Split windows and busted wipers
Never had a chance outside of Wichita
They shut us down
Had a horse trailer full of dreams
He was 65; I was 14
They run us right into the ground
That's an old story now
And the Wichita gospel radio
Played all the country songs that you've ever known
And the signal’d come in loud and strong
Way down into Oklahoma all night long
Till it was gone and we'd shut it off and listen
To the wild horses stampeding through the ranges
In our mind
[strings]
Saddle broncs and rodeos
Horse was a runaway from Liberal
With an altered brand
And we kept its white from showing
With shoe polish and No. 2 stove oil
The wind stood still when he ran
Never had a chance outside of Wichita
They shut us down
Had a horse trailer full of dreams
He was 65; I was 14
They run us right into the ground
That's an old story now
And the Wichita gospel radio
Played all the country songs that you've ever known
And the signal’d come in loud and strong
Way down into Oklahoma all night long
Till it was gone and we'd shut it off and listen
To the wild horses stampeding through the ranges
In our mind
[strings]
Saddle broncs and rodeos
Horse was a runaway from Liberal
With an altered brand
And we kept its white from showing
With shoe polish and No. 2 stove oil
The wind stood still when he ran
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