| 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 |