RUN FOR THE ROSES
By Dan Fogelberg
Produced by Dan Fogelberg and Marty Lewis

Born in the valley and raised in the trees
Of Western Kentucky on wobbly knees,
With momma beside you to help you along,
You'll soon be a-growing up strong.

Oh, the long lazy mornings in pastures of green,
The sun on your withers, the wind in your mane,
Could never prepare you for what lies ahead:
The Run for the Roses, so red.

(chorus) And it's Run for the Roses as fast as you can.
Your fate is delivered; your moment's at hand.
It's the chance of a lifetime in a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined in the dance.
It's high time you joined in the dance.

From sire to sire, it's born in the blood:
The fire of a mare and the strength of a stud.
It's breeding and it's training and it's something unknown
That drives you and carries you home.