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Spirit ride
SPIRIT RIDE
Summers rolling around the bend so you know where you can find me my friend.
Where the breeze blows warm and the weather dry, with my head floating up in the sky.
In the wind is where I’ll be, mixing in nature’s harmony, riding down the coast and mountains high, come with me on this spirit ride.
Passing fields where the farmer plants, where the cows graze in steady stance.
Travel through small towns and cities grand, maybe through the heart of Dixie land.
Along the shores where the children tan, ride the surf and listen to the band.
In the woods where trees stand tall, observing all God’s creatures big and small.
In the wind is where I’ll be, waving back at Miss Liberty.
