The flying red horse from the gasoline warsTook off from her
station in the sunTurning her back on the pack at the pumpShe
jumped down from the sign to runFull serve attendants were
spilling their hosesSelf-serve was doing the sameThe manager
dialed the emergency numbersInsurance man won't take the
claimThe sight of a horse crossing highways is frighteningBut
not with the breed that can flyShe's risen up to the level
of oak treesToo low for the radar man's eyeI am not much of
a joiner she saysThat's not where I draw my strengthSome of
them go for the depth of fieldWhile most of them go for the
lengthMe I will go for the hard combination'Cause I have
some need to belongBut I'm leaving this unkind of sign life
behind meI'll take what is mine and be goneIf you see
something red flash across the horizonIt's not that your
eyes aren't rightShe's taking her place with the
red-tailed hawksAnd the broadwinged birds in flightThe flying
red horse from the Ruby Red NorthTook off from her station to
the southAnd I swear to you that this story is trueI heard it
right from her mouthThey think they can tame you, name you and
frame youAim you where you don't belongThey know where
you've been but not where you're goingAnd that is the
source of the songs
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