Born in the valley, and raised in the trees Of Western Kentucky, on wobbly knees With Mama beside you, to help you along You'll soon be a-growing up strong All the long lazy mornings, in pastures of green The sun on your withers, the wind in your mane Could never prepare you for what lies ahead: The run for the roses so red And it's - Run for the Roses as fast as you can Your fate is delivered, your moment's at hand It's the chance of a lifetime, in a lifetime of chance And it's high time you joined in the dance It's high time you joined in the dance From sire to sire, it's born in the blood The fire of a mare and the strength of a stud It's breeding, and it's training, and it's something unknown That drives you and carries you home. Repeat chorus |