Every morning when I wake up
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I pour coffee in my cup
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And I look out on the fields
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Of the land that I call home
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And if there's no chance of rain
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And I need to get away
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I'll grab a saddle
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And be long, long gone
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Looks like a good day to ride
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Underneath this big warm sun
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Looks like a good day
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To let this old boy fly
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Loose on the reins and on the run
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To a blue and endless sky
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Looks like a good day to ride
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There's a world that's in a race
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For some money and some fame
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But out here there's nothin'
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All I need is what I have
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So when I wanna free my mind
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From the concrete in the sides
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I head for the mountains
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Back to who I am
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(Chorus)
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Wow
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(Chorus)
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Looks like a good day to ride, yeah
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Good Day To Ride
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| George Canyon |
