[Originally by Christopher Cross]
It is the night
My body's weak
I'm on the run
No time for 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
Church bells rang
Never was the kind to do as I was told
Gonna ride like the wind before I get old

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