Out where we run horses, if you control the Stud horse you control the whole band. The Bust Yur ridin' through the cedar's, the wind is in yur face.
Yur hart is beatin' wildly, az ya anticipate the race.
The sun juzt toped the mountains, az the rays sine through the mist. Ya pull yur pony's cinch up tight, und the latago ya twist. Ya move yur horse around the rocks, az ya guide him with yur knees. Now yur almost out of cover, und theirs forty yards to go. He's all legged up, un full of grain, he's ready for the bust.