It’s a perfect day the race
I’m first in line, so I’ll have to set the pace
We know we only have one chance
My horse tells me he’s ready
As we walk down the alleyway and he starts to prance
He may be little but his heart is bold
I know will him our time will hold
And we’ll take home the gold
My anticipation is growing, as my partner fights the bit
I drop my hands and it seems by horse’s hoooves,
the ground is never hit
He loves to run and sometimes I think he swears if
You’re not making dust you’re eating it
Around the first barrel we fly
As if my companion doesn’t even have to try
Now to the second with my trusted steed
we soar down and around at full speed
Only one more left and his motivation more stern
He knows there’s only one more job to do;
Turn and Burn
