Where's my rival, I see him not.

To try to chase me from this spot.

Its just a ploy to see me yield
But I cant loose to what's not on the field.

This golden prize is not won, but caught
and you run this race on the horse you brought
my charger is a broad backed steed
to carry man and baggage for your need

I'll carry you far away from this frozen town

To where warm rain rinses the green down

The sun behind me, you face the light.
You brought a sword to a gun fight.

You will fall where we fight
in my strong arms for the night,
to find my waiting but not wanting mouth,
to show you how its done down south