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• Artiste: Lyle Lovett
• Titre: Natural Forces
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I rode across the great high plain Under the scorching sun and through the driving rain And when I set my sights on the mountains high I bid my former life good-bye So thank you man, I must decline For it's on my steed I will rely I'm underneath the open sky Where I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is Loaded up in Buffalo Took the 90 southbound to Ohio On 80 west I'm Frisco bound And when I get there I'll turn back around So thank you man, I must decline For it's on these eighteen wheels I ride I'm underneath the Western sky Where I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is And every year they come to town And they'll drag them all right in the ground And Mr. Bradley calls the score But the cowboy he will try for more So thank you man, I must decline For it's on my three year old I'll ride And I'll spin and run and stop and slide I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is The Cherokee and the Chickasaw The Creeks, Seminole and the old Choctaw They volunteered to move they say We'll understand come judgment day So thank you man, I must decline For it's on this Trail of Tears I ride And I'm under Oklahoma sky Sometimes at night I hear their voices Home is where my horse is Now as I sit here safe at home With a cold Coors Light and the tv on All the sacrifice and the death and war Lord I pray that I'm worth fighting for So thank you man, I must decline For it's on my own BG I ride 'Til earth and hell are satisfied Where I'm subject to the natural forces Sometimes at night I hear their voices Home is where my horse is Home is where my horse is