| There’s a grey horse standing still
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| As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride
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| The rain pours off his hat
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| You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes
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| Now the cannons are silent
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| His friends are all gone, gotta put it all behind him
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| If he ever wants to find his way home
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| He’s the last rebel on the road
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| Just a boy with his old guitar
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| Keeps to himself but everybody takes him wrong
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| But he carried on, got a dream that will never die
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| Can’t change him
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| No use in staying where you don’t belong
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| Now he’s rolling down the highway
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| Gone too far too fast
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| No one will ever find him
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| He’ll never look back
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| Because he’s the last rebel
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| And he’s all alone, He’s the last rebel
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| His friends are all gone
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| He’s the last rebel, the last rebel on the road
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| There’ll never be another like him
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| He’s the last of a dying breed
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| Ain’t no use trying to change him
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| Because he’s the last rebel
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| And he’s all alone, He’s the last rebel
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| His friends are all gone
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| He’s the last rebel, the last rebel on the road |