THESE ARE OUR THOROUGHBRED DAYS. WASN’T ANYTHING WE COULDN’T DO
DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO PULL IN THE REIGNS
OUR SPIRIT WOULDN’T BE TAMED.
CALLIE, YOU GOT NO FEAR OUR FUTURE IS HERE.
I WAS 23, SHE WAS 18, LEVI JEANS, AND HER SHORT BROWN HAIR
SHE THREW ME ALL OF HER CURVES. THEN SHE STOOD THERE WITH A SMILING SMIRK.
OH CALLIE HOLD ME TIGHT
CALLIE, WON’T YOU BE MY WIFE?
RIDING OUR HORSES IN THE WOODS
WE’D STOP AND LAY IN THE STORM
WE WOULD ROLL IN THE SOOTHING MUD
PAINT OUR FACES WE WERE GONE GONE
CALLIE YOU’RE ALL I NEED
CALLIE, YOU MAKE ME A DIFFERENT BREED
IT’S BEEN 20 YEARS, AND IT’S STILL THE SAME
CALLIE AND I NEVER WERE TAMED
UNDER THE STARS WITH OUR FRIENDS
THE NIGHT GETS PRIMAL AGAIN
OH CALLIE, AND YOUR DEEP BROWN EYES OH CALLIE
THESE ARE A THOROUGHBRED DAYS