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WILD MUSTANGS
©Gary Bowman Dark clouds roll across the sage, A storm is building fast, A lightning bolt, blinding light, Chased by thunder’s crash On that distant skyline, Rearing up and reaching high, A wild stallion’s silhouette, Against electric sky Gotta let those mustangs run free, That’s the way it was meant to be The grass is green, The sky is blue The wind blows fair, And I love you Gotta let those mustangs run free Brought to the Americas, By Spain’s conquistadors They pulled the wagons, plowed the fields, And fought the bloody wars, These mustangs have a legacy, Like our pioneers, Will those iconic symbols of our Freedom disappear? Gotta let those mustangs run free, That’s the way it was meant to be The grass is green, the sky is blue The wind blows fair, And I love you Gotta let those mustangs run free Now those mustangs all compete, With free-roaming cows and sheep, For graze in those, Lonely western lands Cowboys in their whirly-birds, Tear apart those family herds Think it’s time for us, To take a stand Gotta let those mustangs run free, That’s the way it was meant to be The grass is green, The sky is blue The wind blows fair, And I love you Gotta let those mustangs run free |
