| He’s a rebel and an angel of the devil
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| You can’t see him but he’s always on the level
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| He’s a driver, a survivor from the law, oh yeah
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| And if you cheat him, he will even up the score, oh
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| He’s a traveller, an unraveler of your mind, yeah
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| He’s the high priest, freedom is his only shrine, oh
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| He’s the shadow, he can see behind your eyes
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| He’s got the power, he’s like lightning from the skies
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| He’s a low rider, oh, hey hey
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| I said low rider, oh oh oh oh, hey
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| He’s been down in the ground
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| He’s been kicked and he’s been pushed around
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| But now he’s coming back, coming back to claim his crown, hey, alright
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| Rider passed by, rider passed by the local sheriff, uh
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| Sheriff chased him, started chasing him with his gun
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| The rider lost him, lost him in the backstreets, oh yeah
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| Then he burned the town up, burned the town up just for fun
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| Sheriff got mad, said: 'I'm gonna get thet rider'
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| He couldn’t stand to see the rider running free
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| He told the deputy: 'Go 'round up, up the posse, oh'
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| He said to meet him outside Smokey Joe’s Cafe
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| The rider came down through the town
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| The sheriff’s men they cut him down
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| Low rider, now they’ve finally got your crown
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| I said: 'Ah!'
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| Low rider, low rider … |