COME RUNNING HOME

You've put it on the line. Just you and your mare.
Spin around those 3 cans, better than any man.
Then come running home.

Entry fee is paid, it's all on the line
You know you look fine, Gotta get a fast time.

First one is always your best, Just gotta get by the rest.
You're sitting tall, ain't no barrel gonna fall.

The second one is the test, lower those reins
let the mare do the rest.
The scrape at the knee couldn't be heard, as you push
her to the third.
One more to go before you come running home.
You close your eyes 'round that final turn
The mare stays true, She's doing it for you.

A chance to win, riding with the wind.
'Go Girl. Step it up!' you yell
The speed that you cover those final feet,
will tell if you can be beat.

The radar ends the run,
That pattern just got burned!

And from the crowd that's on their feet,
you know you have a time to keep.

And both of you COME RUNNING HOME.


by: Don Dowdle