Born to the red rising sun

A silver ring and a bottle of rum

The lonesome coup is nothing new

i'll toast it anyway just for fun

how could we know about this?

She gave that little ring a twist

She swelled up and cried as if something has died

I felt it slip right through my fist

The ivy on the wrought iron gate

I'm beginning to like at any rate

The wind in the trees sing my decrees

You know of 'another' till we wait



CHORUS

I can feel you

When you're 500 miles away or if you're in the next room

I can feel you yeah yeah



A flat bed on a dusty road

A rusty red and a heavy load

Sometimes it's fast and sometimes it's trash

But it's as loud as the rooster crows

It goes ahead a mile, in that cigarette redneck style

Across the line on highway 9

I haven't seen you in quite a while



CHORUS



ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooooo ahh



I'll take the quickest way

Across the river by the rolls of hay

The local farms are such a charm

The apple tress and the dapple gray



Born to the red rising sun

A silver ring and a bottle of rum

The lonesome coup is nothing new

I'll toast it anyway just for fun



CHORUS (x2)



ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oooahh