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Corb Lund The Horse I Rode In On

I felt stiff in the saddle, had been a year since I'd rode And I'd never been on him save an afternoon lope But this was the last thing on my tortured

bulls I felt stiff in the saddle, had been a year since I'd rode And I'd never been on him save an afternoon lope But this was the last thing on my tortured