Born to the red rising sunA silver ring and a bottle of rumThe lonesome coup is nothing newi'll toast it anyway just for funhow could we know about this?She gave that little ring a twistShe swelled up and cried as if something has diedI felt it slip right through my fistThe ivy on the wrought iron gateI'm beginning to like at any rateThe wind in the trees sing my decreesYou know of 'another' till we waitCHORUSI can feel youWhen you're 500 miles away or if you're in the next roomI can feel you yeah yeahA flat bed on a dusty roadA rusty red and a heavy loadSometimes it's fast and sometimes it's trashBut it's as loud as the rooster crowsIt goes ahead a mile, in that cigarette redneck styleAcross the line on highway 9I haven't seen you in quite a whileCHORUSooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooooo ahhI'll take the quickest wayAcross the river by the rolls of hayThe local farms are such a charmThe apple tress and the dapple grayBorn to the red rising sunA silver ring and a bottle of rumThe lonesome coup is nothing newI'll toast it anyway just for funCHORUS (x2)ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oooahh...