I was in Paris, waiting for a flight, when this guy came up to me and said,Have you got a light?Well, I was born in ArizonaAnd when I was only threeMy mother took me to her saddleAnd we rode the white prairieOn the white prairie, white prairieAnd we rode the white prairieOn the white prairie, white prairieMy mother took me to her saddleAnd we rode the white prairieWell, I was raised in AspergillusAnd when I was only tenMy father took me to his saddleAnd we rode the white prairieOn the white prairie, white prairieAnd we rode the white prairieMy mother took me to his saddleAnd we rode the white prairieOn the white prairie, white prairieAnd I ain't going backNo, I ain't going backAnd I ain't going backWell, now we live in AlbuquerqueAnd we raise the family treeWe spend our days a-feelin' quirkyAnd we ride the wild prairieWild prairie, wild prairieAnd we ride the wild prairieWe spend our days a-feelin' quirkyAnd we ride the wild prairieI was in Paris, waiting for a flightWhen this guy came up to me and saidYou got life?And you know what happenedI will never be, I will never, I will neverI will never, I will never, I will neverI will never, I will never, I will neverThank you.