Tryin' To Outrun The Wind
Tryin' To Outrun The Wind
I know a sad song singer, who plays a gut-stringer. With vagabond fingers, that follow, his mind. To far away places, he reaches for traces. And touches, the faces, he's long left behind.
He'll keep you from knowin', where's he's been, or going. But you'll see the distance, right there, in his eyes. Just short of stealing, he'll take, your feelings. And pull, at your heart's strings, 'til they come untied.
Chorus: Cause there was a woman who made him, turn lonesome. Her memory turns over, and over again. And he's like, an old stallion who's lonely, for freedom. Tryin', to outrun the wind.
Girl I've laughed with the sunshine, oh I've cried, with the rain. And I've had, some bad nights. With the best of the blues. But I go on pretending, with long-haired women. And I still get crazy, when I think of you.
Chorus: Cause you were, the women who made me, turn lonesome. Your memory turns over, and over again. And I'm like, an old stallion who's lonely for freedom. Tryin', to outrun the wind.
Yes I'm like an old stallion who's lonely for freedom, tryin', to outrun the wind.
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