Born in the valleyAnd raised in the treesOf western KentuckyOn wobbly kneesWith mama beside youTo help you alongYou'll soon be growing up strongAll the long, lazy morningsIn pastures of greenThe sun on your withersThe wind in your maneCould never prepare youFor what lies aheadThe run for the roses so redAnd it's run for the rosesAs fast as you canYou fate is deliveredYour moment's at handIt's the chance of a lifetimeIn a lifetime of chanceAnd it's high time you joinedIn the danceIt's high time you joinedIn the danceFrom sire to sireIt's born in the bloodThe fire of a mareAnd the strength of a studIt's breeding and it's trainingAnd it's something unknownThat drives youAnd carries you homeAnd it's run for the rosesAs fast as you canYour fate is deliveredYour moment's at handIt's the chance of a lifetimeIn a lifetime of chanceAnd it's high time you joinedIn the dance
Songwriters: Dan Fogelberg
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