SOLO RIDER
When the early morning crow caws
Bumble for burgoo and caviar
The neighs, the saddle awaits you
Beyond the horizons your mystical footsteps are yearned
From this cell the caged bird sings
A curse to the colonel
The doom whisper to the masters
...jailbird..
The sun and stars live in your land
The saxos, violins and harps can't wait to be plucked to your tune of glory
When the early morning crow caws
Bumble for burgoo and caviar
The neighs, the saddle awaits you
Beyond the horizons your mystical footsteps are yearned
From this cell the caged bird sings
A curse to the colonel
The doom whisper to the masters
...jailbird..
The sun and stars live in your land
The saxos, violins and harps can't wait to be plucked to your tune of glory
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