Just a [E]rodeo drifter, he [A]comes and he [E]goes,
Like a wild wind that blows in the [B7]night.
The highways and backroads are all that he knows,
He抣l be gone with the mornin抯 grey light.

Like a blue norther howlin?like the tumbleweeds blow,
There抯 no way to settle him down.
His spirit抯 as wild as the horses he rides,
His freedom he wears like a crown.

CHORUS
And he rides the wild horses,
The same blood flows through their veins.
Yes he rides the wild horses,
Like the horses he抣l never be tamed.

He抣l never be broke, he won抰 be tied down,
He抣l never wear no man抯 brand.
He won抰 fit in with the nine to five crowd
Cause movin抯 all he understands.

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