| His name was Twister, he lived in the pasture
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| Right down from my daddy’s farm
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| They say there’s a cowboy who once tried to ride him
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| Now he’s mending fences with only one arm
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| On my way home from school somehow he always knew
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| Just when I’d come walking by
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| And he’d stand at the gate like the keeper of fate
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| And we both knew that one day I’d just have to ride
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| Now one crack of dawn, well, I slipped my boots on
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| And walked out towards that just rising sun
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| My heart skipped a beat when I heard his four feet
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| Pounding down on the red dirt like it was a drum
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| He walked up against me as if to convince me
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| His heart was easily tamed
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| Then I came to staring up at the blue and the black
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| With a handful of mane
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| Well, I thought he’d go one way but he went the other
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| I’m lucky I even survived
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| You can’t always sit on the fence while the world passes by
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| Sometimes you just gotta ride
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| Well, the years have gone by since that morning I climbed
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| On that shadow that cut through the fields
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| My shoulder still hurts when the weather turns worse
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| Sometimes you find the strength in the wounds that don’t heal
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| Between horses and heartaches, women and mistakes
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| I’ve been through more than I should
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| But I strapped a saddle across every battle
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| And held on as long as I could
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| Well, I thought he’d go one way but he went the other
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| I’m lucky I even survived
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| You can’t always sit on the fence while the world passes by
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| Sometimes you just gotta ride
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| Well, I thought he’d go one way but he went the other
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| I’m lucky I even survived
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| You can’t always sit on the fence while the world passes by
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| Sometimes you just gotta ride |