Rough Rider

Learning to thrive on this long lonely ride,
My companions the sun and the wind.
If they've made it a crime to need no one by your side,
Then I stand convicted.

Leaving behind the sweet song in her eyes
And the comforting tune that she'd sing.
I ain't afraid of the dark,
but the thought of my conscience just terrifies me.

Tattered and torn lies the heart she once wore,
so proudly displayed on her sleeve.
A strong man would stay to provide and protect,
But a strong man I don't claim to be.

Won't tame me, I'm the rough rider.
They should hang me for the love I've denied her,
Won't tame me. Rough rider.

There was a time I was chained to her side,
With no desire to be set free.
But slowly those arms that were holding me tight,
Would become constricting.

In the full moon light, when the wild dogs howl,
And in the night owls thundering wings,
I could swear that I hear that sudden shot ring out,
As she took her own life over me.

Won't tame me, I'm the rough rider.
They should hang me for the love I've denied her.

Won't tame me.
I'm the rough rider.

©1991 Eric Stuart & Questar Welsh/p Little Black Book (BMI)