Up in storey county where the wild ponies run
And the gold was mined that fueled the civil war
There’s a fierce but friendly people
And if you ask ‘em to a one, they’ll tell you
There’s still a lotta things worth fighting for
Up in storey county the mustangs still run free
The eagle soars above the pinion pines
And these horses stand for something
That is precious and more rare
Than all the silver and the gold from them ol’ mines
So let ’em run
Let them wild ponies run
Don’t you brand ’em, don’t you break ’em
Don’t you let the killers
Take a single one – let ’em run
In a world where fences
Scar the earth
From sun to risin’ sun
There’s still a few proud places left
Where they let the wild things run
Let ’em run
Up in storey county in the high nevada hills
Freedom rides the wayward western wind
And the mustang is a symbol
With its wild and fiery will
Of the way the west will never be again
So let ’em run
Let them wild ponies run
Don’t you brand ’em, don’t you break ’em
Don’t you let the killers
Take a single one – let ’em run
Let them wild ponies run
Don’t you brand ’em, don’t you break ’em
Don’t you let the killers
Take a single one – let ’em run
