Lletres:
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