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You wake to rain one early morning
you’ve waited for since you were born.
Little boy blue come blow your horn
that westbound train, it leaves at dawn.
And you kiss your mama’s cheek goodbye,
She’s got all her days to wonder why
you were her one and only son to ride on.
You wandered west and joined a crew
to do the work you were born to do.
But the golden plains were ruled by a feud,
guns were drawn and the bullets flew.
When you found his broken body dead
There were just two words inside your head,
“Grab that gun, cause the war is on and ride on.”
Ten thousand wild horses ridingdown on you,
ridin’ down on you.
Ten thousand wild horses ridingdown on you,
ridin’ down on you.
No sacred cow could save you now, so ride on.
You lost your love, your only friend
won to the gun of a hired hand.
Spilled his blood and took his land
make a lump of meat out of a man.
Now a blackbird sings a lullabye,
“Goodnight, goodnight, it’s time to fly,”
You stand alone, no love no home and ride on.
Soon you were parched no sign of rain,
Joshua took you underwing.
His outstretched arm a beckoning
led you to a place of green.
In a hospital of slot machines
the drugs too thick for you to dream.
Go lay your bread on lucky seven red and ride on.
Ten thousand white shooting stars shining
down on you, shining down on you
Ten thousand white shooting stars falling
down on you, falling down on you
say goodbye to the unlucky ones and ride on.
Too tired to run, too scared to stop
You learned to love or so she thought.
But you left her bleeding heart to rot,
with her crown of thorns and forget-me-nots.
Now she sees you in the wayward smile
and the wandering eye of your unknown child,
Soon he’ll have to walk that crooked mile and ride on.
Ten thousand white shooting stars falling
down on you, falling down on you
Ten thousand white shooting stars falling
down on you, falling down on you
say goodbye to the unlucky ones and ride on.
We make the trade the day we’re born:
a mouthful for a bit of soul.
But you took that much too hard you know
and runnin’ for your life made you grow old.
And that morning rain turned dust to mud,
You gained an open road for your flesh and blood,
Now there’s no one left for you to love, so ride on.
When angels fall it looks like snow,
Their wings are torn from where they grow.
You laid yours in a leather case,
a souvenir of your disgrace.
When you think from all the things you’ve run,
you wonder whether you’ve lost or won,
why you were her one and only son to ride on.