My favorite riding hour is early in the morning when things are quiet and peaceful. Contentment is easy to find when you're on the back of a broomtail as the sun is peeking over the horizon. I wouldn't trade that rare feeling for anything. It's something money can't buy.

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Wylie Gustafson (Two Medicine Music) BMI

I crack out my saddle at daylight, throw a leg over and ride
The voice of the morning whispers and soothes me deep inside
And hope is born in another day.
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The rhythm of the trail gently rocks me like a baby in a mother's arms
A cool breeze kisses and caresses and nothing can do me any harm
I'm as free as the hawk circlin' above.
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The hills are washed in a deep, deep blue as they bask in the twilight's glow
The day is done and all is calm, my pony hangs his head low
My troubles are all behind me.
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