She was a wild young Mustang, no bridle, no reigns
Full of fire and spirit inside
The last of a rare breed, born to run free
The horse nobody could ride

A hundred young takers, all tried to break her
Their stories were told far and wide
Sure as the windblown, each cowboy got thrown
By the horse nobody could ride

Then down out of Cheyenne, came a quiet and shy man
Dared to try to something that no man had tried
We sat down in the warm sun, a hundred yards away
From the horse nobody could ride

For a while she ignored him
Then she moved in toward him
And circled and stood by his side
Then he whispered I won't hurt you
And he reached out his hand to
The horse nobody could ride

As he stood up and walked round
She lowered her head down
Then softly upon her bare back he did slide
And with all of her fear gone
The cowboy rode off on
The horse nobody could ride
The horse nobody could ride