In the Arizona sunlight In the Colorado moonlight When she gets there, gonna feel alright Now she's feelin so tired She got her big bay horse, One she calls the Rollin Sun The hard-running faithful one, Out in front of all the rest. She's a barrel racing angel Out there somewhere in the west.
Well I wish you could have seen them At the short go in Cheyenne, Ol' Sun he's rollin like a thunderstorm Fast as lightning on the plains. Now they're tired and sore But they gotta go some more. On the road to Las Vegas There is no place to rest.
Cowgirls are special when they follow their dreams. Every race is a brand new start. Some are running for the sake of running. Some are running from a broken heart. Just one thing you got to know You can't hold her, you gotta let her go You can't catch a silhouette She's like ice; She's like fire. They're gonna fly as one She and Rollin Sun Out among the stars Ahead of all the restTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
