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Out Here
Wylie Gustafson (Two Medicine Music) BMI
I crack out my saddle at daylight, throw a leg over and ride
The voice of the morning whispers and soothes me deep inside
And hope is born in another dayÂ…
Out here
The rhythm of the trail gently rocks me like a baby in a motherÂ's arms
A cool breeze kisses and caresses and nothing can do me any harm
IÂ'm as free as the hawk circlinÂ' aboveÂ…
Out here
The hills are washed in a deep,
deep blue as they bask in the twilightÂ's glow
The day is done and all is calm, my pony hangs his head low
My troubles are all behind meÂ…
Out here
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Out here
My troubles are all behind meÂ…
The day is done and all is calm, my pony hangs his head low
deep blue as they bask in the twilightÂ's glow
The hills are washed in a deep,
Out here
IÂ'm as free as the hawk circlinÂ' aboveÂ…
A cool breeze kisses and caresses and nothing can do me any harm
The rhythm of the trail gently rocks me like a baby in a motherÂ's arms
Out here
And hope is born in another dayÂ…
The voice of the morning whispers and soothes me deep inside
I crack out my saddle at daylight, throw a leg over and ride
Wylie Gustafson (Two Medicine Music) BMI
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