I rode across the great high plain Under the scorchin' sun and thru the drivin' rain An' when I set my sights on the mountains high I bid my former life goodbye.
An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline For it's on my steed I will rely An' I've learned to need the open sky I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is.
We loaded up in Buffalo Took 90 South down to Ohio On 80 West I'm Frisco-bound An' when I get there I'll turn back around
An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline For it's on these eighteen wheels I ride An' I'm underneath the western sky I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is.
And ev'ry year they come to town An' then drag em on right in the round And Mr Bradley calls the score And the cowboy there who tried for more
So thank you ma'am, I must decline For it's on my three-year-old I ride An' I've spin an' run an' stopped an' slide (?) I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is.
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The Cherokee an' the Chickasaw Creek Seminole an' the old Choctaw "We volunteered to move!" they say "And we'll understand, come Judgement Day".
An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline For it's on this trail of tears I ride An' I'm under Oklahoma skies Sometimes at night I hear their voices Home is where my horse is.
Now as I sit here safe at home With a cold Coors Lite an' the TV on All the sacrifice and the death and woe Lord I pray that I'm worth fighting for
An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline For it's on my RPG I ride Till Earth an' hell are satisfied I'm subject to the natural forces Sometimes at night I hear their voices Home is where my horse is. Home is where my horse is.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
