It is the night,
my body's weak,
I'm off the run,
no time to sleep.
I've got to ride,
ride like the wind,
to be free again.
And I've got such a long way to go,
such a long way to go,
to make it to the border of
Mexico.
So I'll ride,
like the wind,
ride like the wind.
I was born the son
of a
loneliest man,
always spoke my mind,
with a gun in my hand, lived that life,
gun
in my hand,
lived that life,
gun in my hand,
lived that life,
gun in my hand, lived that
life.
Accused and tried,
and told ahead,
I was nowhere in sight,
when the church bells rang,
never once was kind,
do as I was told,
gonna ride like the wind,
before I get old.
It is the night,
my body's weak,
I'm off the run,
no time to sleep.
I've got to ride,
ride like the wind,
to be free again.
And I've got
to ride, ride like the wind, to be free again.
And I've got such a long way to go,
such a long way to go,
to make it to the border of Mexico.
So I'll ride, like the wind, ride like the wind.