In the Arizona sunlight
In the Colorado moonlight
When she gets there, gonna feel alright
Now she's feelin' so tired...
She got her big bay horse,
One she calls the Rollin' Sun.
The hard-runnin' faithful one,
Out in front of all the rest
She's a barrel racing angel
Out there somewhere in the west
Well I wish you could have seen them
At the short go in Cheyenne,
Ol' Sun he's rollin' like a thunderstorm.
Fast as lighting on the plains
Now they're tired and sore
But they gotta go some more
On the road to Las Vegas
There is no place to rest
Cowgirls are special when they follow their dreams
Even race is a brand new start
Some are running for the sake of running
Some are running from a broken heart
Just one thing you got to know
You can't hold her, you gotta let her go
You can't catch a silhouette
She's like ice, she's like fire.
They're gonna fly as one
She and Rollin Sun
Out among the stars
Ahead of all the rest
She's a barrel racing Angel.
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