He's a sad song singer, he plays a gutAnd touches the faces, he's long left behind.
To far away places, he reaches for traces,
With vagabond fingers,that follow his mind. But you'll see the distance, right there in his eyes.
He'll keep you from knowing, where he's been, or going,
Pull at your heart strings, 'til they come untied.
An, just short of stealing, he'll take your feelings, There once was a woman who made him turn lonesome,
He's like an old stallion who's longing for freedom,
Her memory turns over and over again. I've had some bad nights, with the best of the blues.
Tryin' to outrun the wind.
Well, I've laughed with the sunshine, an' cried with the rains.
But I still get crazy when I think of you.
An' I go on pretending, with longThere once was a woman who made him turn lonesome, Her memory turns over and over again.
Tryin' to outrun the wind.
He's like an old stallion who's longing for freedom,
He's like an old stallion who's longing for freedom, Tryin' to outrun the wind.
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