Born in the valley and raised in the trees
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Of Western Kentucky on wobbly knees
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With mama beside you to help you along
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You'll soon be a-growing up strong
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All the long, lazy mornings in pastures of green
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The sun on your withers, the wind in your mane
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Could never prepare you for what lies ahead
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The run for the roses so red
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And it's run for the roses as fast as you can
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Your fate is delivered, your moment's at hand
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It's the chance of a lifetime in a lifetime of chance
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And it's high time you joined in the dance
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It's high time you joined in the dance
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From sire to sire, it's born in the blood
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The fire of a mare and the strength of a stud
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It's breeding and it's training and it's something unknown
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That drives you and carries you home
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[Chorus]
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Run For The Roses
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Dan Fogelberg |