Riding on that cutting horse
Don’t you stand so tall
Sleeves rolled up and your shoulders back
Sharp as a mitre saw
Children come from far and wide
And spill out in the street
To call your name and to watch you ride
To touch the boots on your feet
If you’re in it for the windfalls
Don’t be surprised
When your will to fight wavers and eventually dies
But if you’re in it for the long haul
If you’re in it to survive
There’s not a trench you can’t be found
There’s not a drought could drag you down
I can see it in the whites of your eyes
If you’re in it to survive
Riding down that royal road
Silver in your beard
The years came fast and they took their toll
Friends just disappeared
Younger riders pass you by
In all their silent style
You see that brightness in their eye
You hang your head and smile
If you’re in it for the windfall
Don’t be surprised
When your will to fight wavers and eventually dies
But if you’re in it for the long haul
If you’re in it to survive
There’s not a trench you can’t be found
There’s not a drought could drag you down
I can see it in the whites of your eyes
If you’re in it to survive

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