Ride Like The Wind |
Christopher Cross
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It is the night, My body's weak
I'm on 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, 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 lawless man
Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand
Lived nine lives, Gunned down ten
Gonna ride like the wind
Accused and tried and told to hang
I was nowhere in sight when the chuchbells rang
Never was the kind to do as I was told
Gonna ride like the wind before I get old