Just A Rodeo Drifter, He Comes And He Goes,
Like A Wild Wind That Blows In The Night.
The Highways And Backroads Are All That He Knows,
He'l Be Gone With The Mornin' Grey Light.

Like A Blue Norther Howlin'like The Tumbleweeds Blow,
There' No Way To Settle Him Down.
His Spirit' As Wild As The Horses He Rides,
His Freedom He Wears Like A Crown.

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And He Rides The Wild Horses,
The Same Blood Flows Through Their Veins.
Yes He Rides The Wild Horses,
Like The Horses He'l Never Be Tamed.

He'll Never Be Broke, He Won' Be Tied Down,
He'll Never Wear No Man' Brand.
He Won' Fit In With The Nine To Five Crowd
Cause Movin' All He Understands.

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