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(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 SongtexteBout 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 ... Aus Songtexte Mania