Scrapbook Songs, Run for the Roses

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