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One hand reaches out and pulls a lost soul from harm While a thousand more go unspoken for And they say you, what good have you done by saving just this
On the eighth day God noticed a problem For there below Him stood a cowboy alone Stubborn and proud, reckless and loud God knew he'd never make it on
t you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland Now the fog is deep and heavy As we forge the dark and fear We can hear their horses breathing As in silence
And the party's just begun I guess your prince charming Wasn't after all 'Cause he sure seemed different right after the ball I guess more than horses
She was born to a mother trucker Raised behind the wheel So you can blame it on the highway For the way she can't sit still She says life is like a windshield
She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice A little crazy but it's nice And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone 'Cause she'll rage just like a
They packed up all his buckles And shipped his saddle to his dad And by the way the house looked She must have took it bad The workers come on Monday
She dropped her boy at school on time One less worry on her mind Now it's off to work and on the radio Come's an old familiar song And then the D
One hand Reaches out And pulls a lost soul from harm While a thousand more go unspoken for They say what good have you done By saving just this
He's got a split finger wrap And his rope's pulled way to tight He's got a lunatic smile 'Cause he's really drawn deep tonight He's got a fever,
Or the night they broke behind us And then took us by surprise I whistled out to Bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes And he rode for all his horse
