Stolen from the desert In the lost part of the state Just a half-broke horse He waits by the gate
No bridled horse can stand him Or any of his kind Their hidden laws condemn him They’re so rigid and refined
He watches on the edge Dirty coat, shaggy mane Too wild for this world, Too tame for mustangs
Grew up in the desert In the lost part of the state Cut our teeth on promises And empty plates
Single-wides and ranches Disappear before our eyes These folks here don’t come around They’re so rigid and refined
We stand on the edge Dirty coats, ragged hands We’re strangers to this world And this new breed of man
And we just got our notice This whole place is going under The bank’s whip is on us We won’t last another summer
They’ll have to come and take us With the force of ten trains ‘Cause it’s no life worth living If we don’t hold the reins
Like half-broke horses From the lost part of the state We watch in silence And wait by the gate
On both sides of these bars We’re one and the same Too wild for this world, Too tame for mustangsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
