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He spent his days with horses |
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And his nights with Rosalee |
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He spent his pay on whiskey |
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That was made in Tennessee |
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As I was growing up |
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He spent a lot of time with me |
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When I'd ask him about women |
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He'd just grin |
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He said, "Son I know horses |
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Like the back of my hand" |
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He said, "Some were born to run |
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Some will stomp, you just for fun |
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And some have got the devil |
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In their eyes" |
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"There's some that you can trust |
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Some will leave you in the dust |
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And the wild ones will shake you up inside |
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But you'll always remember the ride" |
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Like him I rode some horses |
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Some were fast and some were slow |
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I've known my share of women |
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I've seen 'em come, I've seen 'em go |
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The horses I could handle but the womens got me thrown |
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Now I smile when I remember that old man |
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Because he knew more than horses |
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Like the back of his hand |
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He said, "Some were born to run |
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Some will stomp you just for fun |
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And some have got the devil |
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In their eyes" |
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"There's some that you can trust |
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Some will leave you in the dust |
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And the wild ones will shake you up inside |
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But you'll always remember the ride" |
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He said, "Some were born to run |
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Some will stomp you just for fun |
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And some have got the devil |
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In their eyes" |
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"There's some that you can trust |
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Some will leave you in the dust |
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And the wild ones will shake you up inside |
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But you'll always remember the ride |
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Yeah, you'll always remember the ride" |
