Born to the red rising sun A silver ring and a bottle of rum The lonesome coup is nothing new I'll toast it anyway just for fun. How could we know about this? She gave that little ring a twist She swelled up and cried as if something had died I felt it slip right through my fist. The ivey on the wrought iron gate I'm beginning to like it at any rate The wind in the trees sing my decrees You know of a lover til we wait. I can feel you When you're 500 miles away or if you're in the next room I can feel you. A flat bed on a dusty road A rusty red and a heavy load Sometimes it's fast and sometimes it's trash But it's as loud as a rooster crows. It goes ahead a mile In that cigarette redneck style Across the line on highway 9 I haven't seen you in quite a while. I can feel you When you're 500 miles away or if you're in the next room I can feel you. I'll take the quickest way Across the river by the rolls of hay The local farms are such a charm The apple trees and the dapple gray. Born to the red rising sun A silver ring and a bottle of rum The lonesome coup is nothing new I'll toast it anyway just for fun. I can feel you When you're 500 miles away or if you're in the next room I can feel you When you're 500 miles away or if you're in the next room I can feel you.