Just a rodeo drifter, he comes and he goes,
Like a wild wind that blows in the night.
The highways and backroads are all that he knows,
Hell be gone with the mornins grey light.
Like a blue norther howlin? like the tumbleweeds blow,
Theres no way to settle him down.
His spirits as wild as the horses he rides,
His freedom he wears like a crown.
And he rides the wild horses,
The same blood flows through their veins.
Yes he rides the wild horses,
Like the horses hell never be tamed.
Hell never be broke, he wont be tied down,
Hell never wear no mans brand.
He wont fit in with the nine to five crowd
Cause movins all he understands.
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