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I used to run around, proud son of the summertime.
Thought to rule the night; a wild horse out to stud.
Iâd watch the prairie burn red,
smoke risinâ with the morning sunshine.
Where the native bones rest in the soil,
and their soulsâll fly low in the sky.
I think Iâm lookin' for a road I ainât never gonna find.
Why even try?
Iâve told a lie or two; broken ranks when I shoulda stood fast.
Dug my heels deep into the soil, and braced for the crash.
I played a'lot'a games, bitten more than I could chew.
But, I always shared most of the spoils with you.
Well, I should'a done right and told the truth,
but, you only would'a cried. Why even try?
Oh, I jumped ship, took a ride, bet the dark horse,
and I bought a round; told the guys Iâm leavin town;
and put âem down.
I packed up, got stoned,
told the folks Iâm headinâ to the southern coast;
wonât be home for Christmas;
though Iâm sorry to leave like this,
but there doesnât seem to be too many options left.
I gotta run away now and make amends;
when I can think of someone but myself.
And you can tell Shari not to tell her friends,
because they donât give a damn for me.
Ah, tell her sheâs better off with a different kind of man,
than a dark horse like me.
Oh, if Iâd a known back then that she was pregnant,
I woulda tried not to misbehave.
In spite of everything thereâs you and I,
now a family on the way.
If she was here right now Iâd kneel down,
and tell the baby inside Iâm gonna try.
(Ooooh, oooh, etc.)