Wylie Gustafson (Two Medicine Music) BMI

I crack out my saddle at daylight, throw a leg over and ride
The voice of the morning whispers and soothes me deep inside
And hope is born in another day…
Out here

The rhythm of the trail gently rocks me like a baby in a mother’s arms
A cool breeze kisses and caresses and nothing can do me any harm
I’m as free as the hawk circlin’ above…
Out here

The hills are washed in a deep, deep blue as they bask in the twilight’s glow
The day is done and all is calm, my pony hangs his head low 
My troubles are all behind me…
Out here