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