Janie Fricke - Saddle the wind

^AIn a dusty little Mexican t^Eown down on the b^Aorder Never expecting my h^Eeart to cross over the l^Aine He r^Dode into the square like he lived as wild as his st^Aallion And his w^Earm dark eyes burned down down into ^Amine

^ASomewhere under the stars a l^Eonely guitar was p^Alaying It was the closest I'd come ^Eto parad^Aise And the w^Dorld stood still for us there in the sh^Aadows Until he wh^Eispered to me the words of goodb^Aye

^D On Diablo he circled the mission of l^Aife Then r^Eode like a bandit stealing the n^Aight ^D Dawn was breaking and I ached to touch him ag^Aain But I knew that to have him I ^Emight as well saddle the w^Aind

^AThe wind blows cold through my s^Eoul back home in ^AAustin Off in the distance somewh^Eere a mission bell r^Aings ^DFilling my mind with thoughts of that Mexican r^Aider Ton^Eight I'll have him only in my dr^Aeams

^D On Diablo he circled the mission of l^Aife Then r^Eode like a bandit stealing the n^Aight ^D Dawn was breaking and I ached to touch him ag^Aain But I kn^Eew that to have him I might as well saddle the w^Aind