The Ballad of the Mustang

Mustangs don't ask for permission to run Their only masters are the streams and the sun Can't be herded like cattle, ain't a big rein or saddle That can keep 'em held down long enough Only fools try to tame 'em 'cause when it's all said and done Mustangs don't ask for permission to run It sounds like thunder As they cut across the valley Makes you wonder If they know something we don't I'm sick of sitting on the sidelines and playing it safe I gotta start somewhere, stop wasting my days 'Cause life's too short to be living like tomorrow's a given Gotta go all in to get what I want It's time to kick down the gate and go chase down the sun Like the Mustang who don't need permission to run --- The Ballad Of The Mustang - Spencer Crandall