| Oh my heck, so
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| Yeah, the youth stampede
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| I mean, that’s a tradition for sure
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| Um, one year we were- it was raining all, like, stampedes
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| And this horse come out
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| And everyone, you know, said it was supposed to be the best
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| And it fell in the mud and
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| Mean, you could see its leg just totally snapped
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| It was just hanging there
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| And the girl, you know, laid do-
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| It was the saddest thing, I mean
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| I think most of the crowd was crying
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| She sat up and laid over her horse
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| And just cried and hugged her horse
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| And, 'cause she knew that
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| You know, that was her last moments with that horse
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| Small town girl
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| Coca-Cola grin, honeysuckle skin
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| Born beneath the ruddy sign of a strawberry moon
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| Small town girl
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| Shows up for her friends, crazy 'bout the bends
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| I was there when she first put away childish things
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| We had spring in our heels
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| Unwavering forces
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| Head first into the unknown
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| Like runaway horses
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| In a fever till the end
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| And every step is a silver prayer
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| In the face of a hard wind
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| You traded school
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| For wedding rings and rent, invitations sent |
| Of you and him by a barn out on the edge of town
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| Small town girl
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| Put your dreams on ice, never thinking twice
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| Some you’ll surely forget and some that you never will
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| There was a promise in our stride
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| But we changed courses
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| Head first into the unknown
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| Like runaway horses
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| In a fever till the end
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| And every step is a silver prayer
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| In the face of a hard wind
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| Like runaway horses
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| It’s a long way back home again
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| When every step is a silver prayer
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| In the face of a hard wind |