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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 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
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I've seen 'em go
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The horses I could handle
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But the women 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 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 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
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Remember The Ride
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Perfect Stranger |