The Wild Horse

Born and raised in a motel in New Orleans
I ran away with a hobo and his gypsy friends
We rode a freight train up to Cleveland, across the Utah plains
Proud men, troubadours torn and frayed
Sleeping under the stars
While gently strumming guitars
Played the songs of Woddy Guthrie
And the open road
I knew right then I could never go home
'Cause the wild horse runs free forever
Oh yeah, a wild horse runs free forever
And ever and ever
I met a girl from a family of position and wealth
What a hand this rambler had been finally dealt
A beauty six years and 10
I felt the walls closing in
Like a swollen river 'bout to overflow
Like a losing gambler, I kept on rolling
And a wild horse runs free forever
Yeah, yeah, yeah
A wild horse runs free forever
The wild horse runs free forever
Yeah, yeah, yeah
A wild horse runs free forever
Play the guitar
So understand I must go
But I’ll drink you one last toast
Oh, here’s to the heart
And the hands of a man
That come with the dust
And are gone with the wind
May the wild horse run free forever
Yeah, the wild horse runs free forever
The wild horse runs free forever
Yeah, the wild horse run free forever
Wild guitar, baby, come on, wild
I know, I know, I know, I know
Play it for me, come on
Yeah, hit it. Yeah yeah. Let me hear it, yeah
The wild horse run free …