LIVE TO RIDE ( © 2006)
I.                                                 IV.
I wasnt born in California                        Ride to live. Live to ride.                        
but Ive come to call her home.                    Giddy-up my iron hossie - lets light the sky.                    
And when Im dustin down her byways               Something bout ridin that makes this world seem right.               
That sweet old sun sure warms these Eastern bones. Gonna keep on ridin baby, straight down the line. 
II.                                                V.
Ride to live. Live to ride.                        Come dark the road can turn kinda spooky,
Giddy-up my iron hossie - its time to fly.        specially when theres miles tween you and your home.
Something bout ridin that makes you feel alive.  But thats the time a man can hear himself thinking.
Gonna keep on ridin baby, long into the night.    Fact is, in the end, we all ride alone.
III.                                               VI.
Dont be concerned if Im long gone.               Ride to live. Live to ride.
Its hard to stop once I get goin.                Giddy-up my iron hossie - its time to fly. 
And if I ever lose my luck, dear,                  Something bout ridin that makes you feel alive.
dont forget to tuck me in with my boots on.       Gonna keep on ridin baby, long into the night.

ride to live, live to ride
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