The Stone Coyotes

Let the Wild Horse Run

B. Keith/D. Tibbles


If only she were free to roam

Wide open spaces would be her home

She was born to wander - Don’t make her wait

Don’t fence her in - Open up the gate


People say

She’s a crazy one

She’s kickin’ down the barn door

Let the wild horse run


Meek and mild – She’s not one of those

No fancy dresses – No ribbons and bows

You can’t keep her under lock and key

She’ll break the chains eventually


There she goes – She cut the ties that bind

Through the hills and valleys where the rivers wind

Finally free from her prison cell

You can hear callin’, cryin’ out with a rebel yell