| Passing through the arms of satan
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| Reaching for the hands of god
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| Robbing every mind for wisdom
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| Running so he won't get caught
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| He's outlawed by majority
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| Been branded all his life
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| Some say that he's a sinner man
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| As he rides from day to night
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| He's a bad man, so they say
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| Living for his love and living free
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| Riding swift and secretly
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| So he'll miss the hanging tree
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| Wounded spirit on the wind
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| Riding to his dream and destiny
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| He's laughing at the wanted posters
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| Calling for his friends to see
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| Laughing aloud as he rides away
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| Kicking up the dust with speed
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| Time hands him down a pathway
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| And freedom is a horse he rides
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| Glory is a dream he's after
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| And fortune is his heart's delight
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| Riding swift and secretly
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| So he'll miss the hanging tree
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| Wounded spirit on the wind
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| Riding to his dream and destiny |