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Santa Ed - Los Angeles

The Trail

The Trail

12 hours in the saddle and 8 in the sack
Then 11 more on the trail making my way back

From well before sun-up till well after dark
I rode long and hard without leaving a mark

Lush pastures fed my very heart and soul
Mountains and deserts took their toll

I planted many seeds all along my way
And they feed and haunt me now today

Why is it that I ride so hard and so long?
And why do I write these words for a song?
Why do I do all the things that I do?

For me it’s about to thine own self being true
Why is it that you do the things that you do?