| I was six years old, my brother was ten
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| One July day came running in
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| Seen a ferris wheel at the edge of town
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| So, of course, we headed on down
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| Well it took us an hour to walk that far
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| Carrying our fortune in a Mason jar
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| It was all pretty sad, a cheap county fair
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| With a few old rides but there was ponies there
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| Well, the ponies stunk and the air was still
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| In that dusty circle behind the ferris wheel
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| This old guy smelling of smoke and rum
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| Swung me up and sat me down on one
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| Well I’d never rode a horse but I’d seen it done
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| Cowboy movies made it look like fun
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| This old man whispered a few soft words
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| It was the best advice I’ve ever heard
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| He said «Sit tall in the saddle, Hold your head up high
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| Keep your eyes fixed where the trail meets the sky
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| And live like you ain’t afraid to die
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| And don’t be scared, just enjoy your ride»
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| I went up a kid with shaking hands
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| And I came down a full grown man
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| It was like he’d cast some Voodoo spell
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| Things were different for me now, I could tell
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| 'Cos whenever troubles come wandering in
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| His rhyme would pop in my head again
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| And somehow I rode through the needles and nails
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| Brambles and thorns that life entails
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| He said «Sit tall in the saddle, Hold your head up high
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| Keep your eyes fixed where the trail meets the sky
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| And live like you ain’t afraid to die
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| And don’t be scared, just enjoy your ride»
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| Well I know some day farther down the road
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| I’ll come to the edge of the great unknown
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| There’ll stand a black horse riderless
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| And I wonder if I’m ready for this
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| So I’ll saddle him up and he’ll switch his tail
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| And I’ll tip my hat and bid fairwell
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| And lift my song into the air
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| That I learned at that dusty fair
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| «Sit tall in the saddle, Hold your head up high
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| Keep your eyes fixed where the trail meets the sky
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| And live like you ain’t afraid to die
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| And don’t be scared, just enjoy your ride»
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| Now don’t be scared, just enjoy your ride |