(R. Stewart/A. Taylor)



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 Ten

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 ...