(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 ....