Just a (E)rodeo drifter, he (A)comes and he (E)goes,
Like a wild wind that blows in the (B7)night.
The (E)highways and backroads are (A)all that he (E)knows,
Heíll be gone with the (A)morninís grey (E)light.
Like a (E)blue norther howliní like the (A)tumbleweeds (E)blow,
Thereís no way to settle him (B7)down.
His (E)spiritís as wild as the (A)horses he (E)rides,
His freedom he (A)wears like a (E)crown.
And he (A)rides the wild (E)horses,
The same blood flows through their (B7)veins.
Yes he (A)rides the wild (E)horses,
Like the horses heíll (A)never be (E)tamed.
Heíll (E)never be broke, he (A)wonít be tied (E)down,
Heíll never wear no manís (B7)brand.
(E)He wonít fit in with the (A)nine to five (E)crowd
Cause movinís all (A)he under(E)stands.
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