Song Description

Trad country

Lyrics

Mustang Days
Willie McCulloch/Andrea C. Crimmins ©2003

Born in the wilds of northern Wyoming
On wobbly legs he takes his first stand
Fuzzy and whiskered, the color of copper
He studies the world from the side of his dam

He doesn?t know that the prairie is changing
Lies in the grass and the warmth of the sun
Each sunrise finds him a little bit stronger
Soon he?ll be ready to stretch out and run

Swiftly, the days are passing
Quickly the seasons fly
The life he knows won?t be lasting
And the winds of the prairie will cry
For the mustang days?
For the mustang days?
For the mustang days?gone by

Slowly but surely the ponies are finding
A little less prairie, a little more man
Fences and highways will one day surround them
But they?ll keep their freedom as long as they can

Swiftly, the days are passing
Quickly the seasons fly
The life he knows won?t be lasting
And the winds of the prairie will cry
For the mustang days?
For the mustang days?
For the mustang days?gone by

Just like the bison before them
The mustangs will all go away
Till all that remains is the echoing sound
Of the hoofbeats of yesterday

Swiftly, the days are passing
Quickly the seasons fly
The life he knows won?t be lasting
And the winds of the prairie will cry
For the mustang days?
For the mustang days?
For the mustang days?gone by