Saddle Up The Storm
Saddle up the storm, sister
Ride it into town
Don't worry 'bout that mad mister
Don't let him get you down
Ride it into town, ride it into town
Saddle up that storm and ride it into town
You got your bright red lipstick
And a fire in your eye
Your a beautiful misfit
In a world filled with lies
Pull in the reins, get a hold of your steed
Stop thinkin' what could have been
Start thinkin' 'bout what you need
Saddle up the storm, sister
Ride it into town
Don't worry 'bout that mad mister
Don't let him get you down
Ride it into town, ride it into town
Saddle up that storm and ride it into town
Feel your magic
Walking with you down the street
They'll try to catch it
But only you can make it speak
And it's a hungry mouth you have to feed
Stop thinkin' what could have been
Start thinkin' 'bout what you need
It's a strong music coming from a soul that's free
But the world is full of prisons
Full of fakery
Saddle up the storm, sister
Ride it into town
Don't worry 'bout that mad mister
Don't let him get you down
Ride it into town, ride it into town
Saddle up that storm and ride it into town
Don't let the madmen get you down....
Saddle up that storm and ride it into town
Yeah, yeah, la di da
Yeah, yeah, la di da
©2003 Joyce Andersen, Joyscream Music, ASCAP
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