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I know a sad songsinger
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 knowing
where he's been or going
You'll see the distance
right there in his eyes
Just short of stealing
he'll take your feelings
Pull at your heart strings
till they come united

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 longing for freedom
Trying to outrun the wind

Well I've laughed with the sunshine
cried with the rains
I've had some bad nights
with the best of the blues
And I go on pretending
with long haired woman
I still get crazy when I think of you

Cause you were the woman
who made him turn lonesome
Her memory turns over and over again
And I'm like an old stallion
who's longing for freedom
Trying to outrun the wind

Yes, I'm like an old stallion
who's longing for freedom
Trying to outrun the wind

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