Get up on your high horse, woman
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Get up on your high horse now
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And get up on your high horse, woman
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I'll make it up to you somehow
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Moonlit shadow, she starts a trippin' firelight
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Jumpin' the trees lyin' across the right of way
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Silvery mornin' it glistens down the valley
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But she don't stop 'til we ride the night away
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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Get up on your high horse now
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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I'll make it up to you somehow
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Blonde braids tangle at the misty break of mornin'
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Catchin' light through a dusty window pane
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Lost in lust, in denial of the warnin'
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She digs her heels in this stallion's flank again
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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Get up on your high horse now
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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I'll make it up to you somehow
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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You paid the price, you get to play
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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You're gonna ride to the break of day
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To the break of day
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To the break of day
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To the break of day
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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Get up on your high horse now
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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I'll make it up to you somehow
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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You paid the price, you get to play
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Get up on your high horse, woman
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You're gonna ride to the break of day
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High Horse
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