I rode across the great high plain
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Under the scorchin' sun and thru the drivin' rain
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An' when I set my sights on the mountains high
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I bid my former life goodbye.
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An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline
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For it's on my steed I will rely
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An' I've learned to need the open sky
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I'm subject to the natural forces
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Home is where my horse is.
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We loaded up in Buffalo
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Took 90 South down to Ohio
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On 80 West I'm Frisco-bound
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An' when I get there I'll turn back around
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An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline
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For it's on these eighteen wheels I ride
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An' I'm underneath the western sky
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I'm subject to the natural forces
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Home is where my horse is.
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And ev'ry year they come to town
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An' then drag em on right in the round
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And Mr Bradley calls the score
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And the cowboy there who tried for more
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So thank you ma'am, I must decline
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For it's on my three-year-old I ride
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An' I've spin an' run an' stopped an' slide [?]
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I'm subject to the natural forces
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Home is where my horse is.
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[Instrumental]
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The Cherokee an' the Chickasaw
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Creek Seminole an' the old Choctaw
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"We volunteered to move!" they say
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"And we'll understand, come Judgement Day".
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An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline
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For it's on this trail of tears I ride
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An' I'm under Oklahoma skies
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Sometimes at night I hear their voices
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Home is where my horse is.
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Now as I sit here safe at home
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With a cold Coors Lite an' the TV on
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All the sacrifice and the death and woe
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Lord I pray that I'm worth fighting for
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An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline
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For it's on my RPG I ride
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Till Earth an' hell are satisfied
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I'm subject to the natural forces
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Sometimes at night I hear their voices
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Home is where my horse is.
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Home is where my horse is.
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Natural Forces
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| Lyle Lovett |
