Riding the White Horse Home

RIDING THE WHITE HORSE HOME Based on book of same name, by Teresa Jordan


This story’s trying to make me cry
Or is this the chinook wind in my eye?
Was it the father’s fighting sons
The Iron Mountain mortgage
Or the passing on that won?

Oh the people buried there
Their silver spurs were always passed down to someone
They fixed the old corral
They saved the orphan calf
They built the hall where we had fun

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We knew the land, so well
We knew each other well
I dream of riding my white horse
While nothing would keep fate
From taking the ranch away

Oh well, the ladies moved away
The local store and the station, they burned down
My Daddy broke another leg
I had my graduation day
Yet only the hog back hills will stay here

A drifting soul I did become
Until I wrote down my memories of my loved ones
And now my new love is sure the one
He knows where I come from
And we ride horses when we’re near some

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I remember baking with my Mom
And the little stone under my tongue
How they kept thirst away when I was young
Now I love the life I have
And I’ve plenty of days to face
But I sure miss the old home place

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