| Just a rodeo drifter, he comes and he goes,
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| Like a wild wind that blows in the night.
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| The highways and backroads are all that he knows,
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| He’ll be gone with the mornin’s grey light.
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| Like a blue norther howlin? |
| like the tumbleweeds blow,
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| There’s no way to settle him down.
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| His spirit’s as wild as the horses he rides,
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| His freedom he wears like a crown.
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| Chorus
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| And he rides the wild horses,
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| The same blood flows through their veins.
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| Yes he rides the wild horses,
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| Like the horses he’ll never be tamed.
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| He’ll never be broke, he won’t be tied down,
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| He’ll never wear no man’s brand.
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| He won’t fit in with the nine to five crowd
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| Cause movin’s all he understands.
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