Lyrics The Ballad of the Mustang - Spencer Crandall

Mustangs don't ask for permission to run
Their only masters are the streams and the Sun
Can't be herded like cattle, ain't a bit, rein or saddle
That can keep 'em held down long enough
Only fools try to tame 'em, 'cause when it's all said and done
Mustangs don't ask for permission to run

It sounds like thunder as they cut across the valley
Makes you wonder if they know something we don't
I'm sick a sitting on the sidelines playing it safe
I gotta start somewhere, stop wasting my days
'Cause life's too short to be living like tomorrow's a given
Gotta go all in to get what I want
It's time to kick down the gate and go chase down the Sun
Like a mustang who don't need permission to run