LEGEND TELLS OF A RENEGADE,OF A HORSE NO ONE COULD TAME
HER SIRE WAS THE DEVIL HIMSELF...WILD THING WAS HER NAME
NO ONE KNEW WHERE SHE CAME FROM, QUARTER HORSE BLOOD, THEY SAY
WHEN THE LEAVES DANCED ACROSS THE MEADOW ON A COLD OCTOBERS DAY
PEOPLE WOULD GATHER FROM MILES AROUND TO WATCH HER DANCE UPON THE WIND
BUT THEY WOULD ONLY GET A GLIMPSE OF HER, THEN SHE'D BE GONE AGAIN
SOME HAD TRIED TO CAPTURE HER AND TAKE HER FOR A RIDE
THE TOWNFOLK CALLED HER WIDOW MAKER FOR ALL THE COWBOYS WHO HAD TRIED
NOW THERE WAS THIS INDIAN WOMAN, SHE HAD A WAY WITH HORSES I KNOW
SHE HEADED INTO THE HILLS ONE DAY TO GIVE OLE WILD THING A GO
WHEN SHE CAME UPON A CLEARING ABOVE A RIDGE CALLED "HEAVENS GATE"
SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF, "HOW APPROPRIATE" AND SHE BEGAN TO WAIT
SHE SAT THERE FOR WHAT SEEMED A LIFETIME 
WONDERIN' WHAT THIS HORSE MIGHT DO
WHEN ALL AT ONCE SHE HEARD THUNDER BUT THE SKY WAS THE BLUEST OF BLUE
SHE HELD HER BREATH AND WAITED, SO STILL THE WOMAN STAYED
THE THUNDER WAS COMING CLOSER NOW, SHE CLOSED HER EYES AND SHE PRAYED.
VISIONS OF THE WILD THING DANCED INSIDE HER HEAD
THIS FIRE BREATHING RENEGADE, SHE WAS AS GOOD AS DEAD.
WHEN ALL HAD GONE QUIET, SHE OPENED HER EYES
WHAT SHE SAW MADE HER WANT TO SCREAM 
FOR THERE BEFORE HER STOOD THIS BEAUTIFUL HORSE
A VISION, A LEGEND...A DREAM

SHE DIDN'T TRY TO CAPTURE HER AS SO MANY OTHERS HAD TRIED
INSTEAD, SHE STOOD AND WAITED AND WHEN SHE CAME, THE WOMAN CRIED
FOR IN THIS HORSES EYES SHE SAW A REFLECTION OF HER OWN FEAR
SHE LOOKED INTO THE HORSES SOUL AND UNDERSTOOD WHAT BROUGHT HER HERE
GOD HAD BROUGHT THE TWO TOGETHER THE ONLY WAY HE COULD
THIS HORSE WAS NOT A RENEGADE, SIMPLY MISUNDERSTOOD
NOW LEGEND TELLS OF A BEAUTIFUL HORSE 
WHOS SOUL IS THE BRIGHTEST OF LIGHT
OF THE INDIAN WOMAN WHO RIDES HER, THEY ROAM THE HILLS AT NIGHT
PEOPLE GATHER FROM MILES AROUND TO WATCH THEM DANCE UPON THE WIND
BUT THEY ONLY GET A GLIMPSE OF THEM...
AND THEN THEY'RE GONE AGAIN.
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EVERY COWBOY KNOWS THE MAGIC HE CARRIES INSIDE HIS SOUL
ITS THE PROMISE OF EACH SUNRISE, THE BLESSING OF A NEW BORN FOAL
THE FAMILIAR SMELL OF FRESH CUT HAY IN THE EARLY MORNING AIR
STORIES BY THE CAMPFIRE, A SONG, A COWBOYS PRAYER
ON THE HOTTEST DAY OF THE SUMMER, ITS THE FEEL OF A WELCOME BREEZE
ON THE COLDEST NIGHT WHEN THE MOON IS BRIGHT
ITS THE WIND HOWLIN' THROUGH THE TREES
ITS THE VIEW THAT TAKES YOUR BREATH AWAY, ITS WATCHIN' THE HORSES RUN
FENCES THAT STRETCH FOR MILES AND MILES, 
THE FEELING OF A JOB WELL DONE
WHEN THE DAY IS OVER AND HE'S TAKIN' OFF HIS BOOTS
HE THANKS GOD FOR THE SIMPLE THINGS
FOR THE FAMILY AND FRIENDS THAT GAVE HIM ROOTS
FOR THE SPIRIT THAT GIVES HIM WINGS.

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