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I ride the endless highways, A warrior of the road.
My horse is made of iron, Leather shields me from the cold.
I'am never in one place to long, Always heading for somewhere.
Don't now where I'am going, I'll find out when I get there.
Some look at me as lazy. A drifter is my trade.
Don't have no ties to bind me, Got a few dollars that I made.
While passing thru a one horse town, Where I barely broke free.
From the arms of a sweet young thing, left crying over me.
You'll find me on back road, Running wild – Living free.
I take the road less traveled, Don't want no company.
I wanna be where the eagle fly's, When I die, please bury me.
Along a winding back road, Where I can drift eternally.
I've got the story of my live, painted on my skin.
My hands and face have weathered, from living in the wind.
My saddlebag holds all I own, Never had a family.
The lonesome road owns my soul, she's alway's calling me.
Don't judge me by your standard, Mine and yours are not the same.
Everbody's a little different, Every live's a different game.
What you consider right for you, was never meant for me.
Your a prisoner of your live, I like beeing free.
Where the sky is the roof above me, The sun and rain are alway's free.
My bed is where I make it, And thats good enough for me.
Got no one else to please, I'am a drifter and I'am free.
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