Just a [E]rodeo drifter, he [A]comes and he [E]goes,
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Like a wild wind that blows in the [B7]night.
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The highways and backroads are all that he knows,
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He?l be gone with the mornin? grey light.
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Like a blue norther howlin?like the tumbleweeds blow,
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There? no way to settle him down.
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His spirit? as wild as the horses he rides,
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His freedom he wears like a crown.
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CHORUS
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And he rides the wild horses,
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The same blood flows through their veins.
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Yes he rides the wild horses,
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Like the horses he?l never be tamed.
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He?l never be broke, he won? be tied down,
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He?l never wear no man? brand.
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He won? fit in with the nine to five crowd
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Cause movin? all he understands.
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CHORUS x 2
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He Rides the Wild Horses
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| Chris LeDoux |
