.Rising times at five, the red sun is still sleeping,
My pillow is my saddle, stars are my ceiling,
My whole body is ackin', I got a young colt needin' breaking.
But you know I can't complain,
Thank god something's never change.
There is a storm somewhere that's brewin',
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