on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, cause I'm a cowboy, on this steel horse I ride. And I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun, and it was 700 fence posts, between your place and mine. Oh say can you see, by dawn's early light, oh what a beautiful morning!
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. Why's the rich man busy dancing, while the poor man pays the band? Honey I'm home and I had a hard day. Lord I feel it coming back again, like a roll of thunder chasing the wind.