Run for the Roses - Michael Martin Murphey

Born in the valley

And raised in the trees

Of western Kentucky

On wobbly knees

With mama beside you

To help you along

You’ll soon be growing up strong

All the long, lazy mornings

In pastures of green

The sun on your withers

The wind in your mane

Could never prepare you

For what lies ahead

The run for the roses so red

And it’s run for the roses

As fast as you can

You fate is delivered

Your moment’s at hand

It’s the chance of a lifetime

In a lifetime of chance

And it’s high time you joined

In the dance

It’s high time you joined

In the dance

From sire to sire

It’s born in the blood

The fire of a mare

And the strength of a stud

It’s breeding and it’s training

And it’s something unknown

That drives you

And carries you home

And it’s run for the roses

As fast as you can

Your fate is delivered

Your moment’s at hand

It’s the chance of a lifetime

In a lifetime of chance

And it’s high time you joined

In the dance