| She was a wild young mustang, no bridle, no reigns,
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| Full of fire and spirit inside.
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| The last of a rare breed, born to run free,
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| The horse nobody could ride.
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| A hundred young takers all tried to break her,
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| Their stories were told far and wide,
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| Sure as the wind blown, each cowboy got thrown by the
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| Horse nobody could ride
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| Then down, out of Cheyenne, came a quiet and shy man,
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| Dared to try to something that no man had tried,
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| We sat down in the horse lot, a hundred yards away from,
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| The horse nobody could ride
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| For a while she ignored him, then she moved in toward him,
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| And circled and stood by his side,
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| Then he whispered I won’t hurt you then he reached out his hand to,
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| The Horse nobody could ride
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| As he stood up and walked round, she lowered her head down,
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| Then softly upon her bare back he did slide
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| And with all of her fear gone, the cowboy rode off on,
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| The horse nobody could ride
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| The horse nobody could ride |