| I rode across the great high plain
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| Under the scorching sun and through the driving rain
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| And then I set my sights on the mountains high
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| I bid my former life good-bye
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| So thank you man, I must decline
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| For it’s on my steed I will rely
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| I’m underneath the open sky
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| Where I’m subject to the natural forces
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| Home is where my horse is Loaded up in Buffalo
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| Took the 90 southbound to Ohio
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| On any western Frisco bound
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| And when I get there I’ll turn back around
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| So thank you man, I must decline
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| For it’s on these eighteen wheels I ride
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| I’m underneath the Western sky
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| Where I’m subject to the natural forces
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| Home is where my horse is And every year they come to town
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| And they’ll drag them all right in the ground
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| And Mr. Bradley calls the score
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| But the cowboy he will try for more
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| So thank you man, I must decline
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| For it’s on my freer road I’ll ride
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| And I’ll spin and run and stop and slide
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| I’m subject to the natural forces
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| Home is where my horse is The Cherokee and the Chickasaw
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| The Creeks and the Nou and the old Choctaw
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| They volunteered to move they say
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| We’ll understand come judgement day
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| So thank you man, I must decline
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| For it’s on this Trail of Tears I ride
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| And I’m under all the homeless sky
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| Sometimes at night I hear their voices
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| Home is where my horse is Now as I sit here safe at home
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| With a cold Coors Light and the tv on All the sacrifice and the death and woe
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| Lord I pray that I’m worth fighting for
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| So thank you man, I must decline
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| For it’s on my own BG I ride
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| 'Til earth and hell are satisfied
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| Where I’m subject to the natural forces
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| Sometimes at night I hear their voices
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| Home is where my horse is Home is where my horse is |