Well, the world tears down all those who go astray We pay a price for going our own way Oh, and wisdom's often born of our scars And we find ourselves losing who we are
Go on, hit the highway, disappear in the night You got to see the world all by yourself, and that's alright You ain't leaving me worried, you were born to roam The thing about outlaws and mustangs, they always come home They always come home
You outlaws and mustangs, restless and on the run Oh, come all you misfit daughters and you prodigal sons You don't have to apologize For your free, exploring mind
Go on, hit the highway, disappear in the night You got to see the world all by yourself, and that's alright You ain't leaving me worried, you were born to roam The thing about outlaws and mustangs, they always come home They always come home
Go on, hit the highway, disappear in the night You got to see the world all by yourself, and that's alright You ain't leaving me worried, you were born to roam The thing about outlaws and mustangs, they always come home They always come home, hey, hey
Oh, oh, they always come home Oh, oh, they always come home Oh, oh, they always come home Oh, oh, they always come home Oh, oh, they always come homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
