"Well I wish I was a bluebird
Honey, I'd just fly away
And look down over my shoulder
At the country down below."~Tom Petty [Continuation of "Who You Callin' Moon Pie?!"]
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There was once a desert eyed maiden Yeah she was the talk of this 'ere town Had many callers for her hand waitin' But she always turn those boys down
Never gave up sometimes got rough She lost it one day havin' had enough Took her sweet beautiful black mare And disappeared no one knows where
She rode by rustlin' up the golden sand Like A tumbleweed crossin' the ol' land Her hair danced in the whistlin' breeze Ridin' right passed the boys with ease No one has ever seen them since then They did find tracks by the mountain Though no sign of the mare or maiden But listen you'll hear them on the wind
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She didn'tdie that hot Summer's day No she has gone and ran so far away Upon her journey met a blue eyed cowboy Refused to fall for that ol' boyish charm
He never tried to seduce her like others Let her have her freedom like the birds She admired his ways of loving everything Little by little the two became in sync
They traveled the vast deserted mesas Camped out under the midnight stars He told fables he heard as a young child She sat there listening nothing but smiles
Never thought they'd fall for one another But they were married by the end of summer Headed West and bought a little land Livin' happily now the rebel and maiden
