James Keelaghan - Number 37

      
 
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 She wore number 37, her horse was chestnut brown
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 I saw her at a rodeo in a high plains western town
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 Underneath the turquoise sky a thunderstorm was rolling in
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 The infield getting sticky, the crowd was wearing thin
 
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 Now, I'm not for barrel racing, I cannot say I'd gone
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 To see some woman ride flat out, as she bounced and turned for home
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 And riding hell-for-leather, the bit between her teeth
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 It's poetry in motion
 
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 She wore the number 37, she was the seventh one to ride
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 She showed no hint of nerves and she sat her horse with pride
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 Horse and rider leapt together, I wished that I could hear
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 The words she spoke to spur him on as she leaned down to his ear
 
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 They rounded the first barrel, from the bleachers I could see
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 She didn't use a riding crop, for the horse ran like a breeze
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 'Round barrel two I stammered, she closed the figure eight
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 When up popped barrel three as she was lingering, yeah
 
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 I know she didn't use a riding crop, she barely used her spurs
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 She used hands and knees, she used gentle, loving words
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 I'd like to say she won that day, that wouldn't be the fact
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 She crossed the line in '69 in the middle of the pack
 
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 You'd never know she'd lost, she grinned from ear to ear
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 She stroked the charger's neck and once more whispered in his ear
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 She was happy that they'd done that well, nobody got hurt
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 She got all the speed she wanted using gentle loving words
 
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 So hats off to sweet 37, wherever you may be
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 The pleasure's not from winning, it's in riding wild and free
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 And one thing that I won that day, you can whip and you can curse
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 But you'll never ( ? ) and ride if you use gentle loving words
 
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 She wore number 37, her horse was chestnut brown
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 I saw her at a rodeo in a high plains western town
 
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