Riding the White Horse Home Based on book of same name, by Teresa Jordan on Blooming
This story’s trying to make me cry Or is this the chinook wind in my eye? Was it the father’s fighting sons The Iron Mountain mortgage Or the passing on that won? Oh the people buried there Their silver spurs were Always passed down to someone They fixed the old corral They saved the orphan calf They built the hall where we had fun CHORUS: We knew the land, so well We knew each other well I dream of riding my white horse While nothing would keep fate From taking the ranch away Oh well, the ladies moved away The local store and the station, they burned down My Daddy broke another leg I had my graduation day Yet only the hog back hills will stay here A drifting soul I did become Until I wrote down my memories of my loved ones Now my new love is (he's) sure the one He knows where I come from And we ride horses when we’re near some I remember baking with my Mom And the little stone under my tongue How they kept thirst away when I was young Now I love the life I have And I have plenty of days to face But I sure miss the old home place.