Number 37 Lyrics

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She wore number 37, her horse was chestnut brown
I saw her at a rodeo in a high plains western town
Underneath the turquoise sky a thunderstorm was rolling in
The infield getting sticky, the crowd was wearing thin
Now, I'm not for barrel racing, I cannot say I'd gone
To see some woman ride flat out, as she bounced and turned for home
And riding hell-for-leather, the bit between her teeth
It's poetry in motion
She wore the number 37, she was the seventh one to ride
She showed no hint of nerves and she sat her horse with pride
Horse and rider leapt together, I wished that I could hear
The words she spoke to spur him on as she leaned down to his ear
They rounded the first barrel, from the bleachers I could see
She didn't use a riding crop, for the horse ran like a breeze
'Round barrel two I stammered, she closed the figure eight
When up popped barrel three as she was lingering, yeah
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I know she didn't use a riding crop, she barely used her spurs
She used hands and knees, she used gentle, loving words
I'd like to say she won that day, that wouldn't be the fact
She crossed the line in '69 in the middle of the pack
You'd never know she'd lost, she grinned from ear to ear
She stroked the charger's neck and once more whispered in his ear
She was happy that they'd done that well, nobody got hurt
She got all the speed she wanted using gentle loving words
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So hats off to sweet 37, wherever you may be
The pleasure's not from winning, it's in riding wild and free
And one thing that I won that day, you can whip and you can curse
But you'll never ( ? ) and ride if you use gentle loving words
OUTRO:
She wore number 37, her horse was chestnut brown
I saw her at a rodeo in a high plains western town
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