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White fence wrapped around the blue, Kentucky hills.
Summer found this city girl on a ranch at uncle Will's.
Horses were his handiwork, how I loved to see the broken few come running to his beckoning.
Uncle Will— some stood still while others came to you.
He said,sweet child, running wild, it breeds the attitude.
Buckskin bay and Appaloosa prancing in their pride I can't use and I won't let you ride.
You can ride a broken horse but you can't ride the wild.
One will break his back for you,
One will throw you, child.
Both are big and beautiful but can you tell the two apart?
The broken horse has a broken heart.
Saddled up, riding out into the painted blue,
That old mare would go anywhere his rider wanted to.
Willing, strong, steady on the gentlest command— the broken horse, I finally understand.
You can ride a broken horse but you can't ride the wild.
One will break his back for you,
One will throw you, child.
Both are big and beautiful but can you tell the two apart?
The broken horse has a broken heart.
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