It's Sun, Up hold my head up high,
I Want my horse want to be on the fly.
Long shadows from the cottonwood tree,
Black branches reaching out for me.
ridin' in that Texas sun,
ridin' that ol' horse that ol' pal o' mine,
The Old Man's here must surely be the break of day
through cottonwod shines the Sun's golden ray,
A rope on a limb a Jay bird is a-squawkin'
town folk sit around a-talkin'.
ridin' in that Texas sun,
ridin' that ol' horse that ol' pal o' mine,
listen up! here my call, bein' dro…
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Posted on July 22, 2009 at 1:30am —