Stare at the Fire Songtext
von The Pine Hill Haints

Seems like everybody these days
Is talking about color
A red roan, or a blue roan
Pale buskin or a Dun
Just give me any old horse
A mare, gelding or stud
It don′t matter
As long as he or she is heart
And a soft eye
And lots of try
All the boys like to dream of
Joining the rodeo
Playing poker with the clowns
While the bull runs em down
Busting broncs for shiny buckles While you skin your knuckles
Just give me any old horse
A mare, a gelding, a stud, it
Doesn't matter
As long as he or she
Has heart
And a soft eye
And lots of try
Just stare at the fire
Draw brands in the dirt
Just stare at the fire
Draw brands in the dirt
You know it don′t hurt
Just draw brands in the dirt