Just a [e]rodeo drifter, he [a]comes and he [e]goes,
Like a wild wind that blows in the [b7]night.
The highways and backroads are all that he knows,
He
Like a blue norther howlin?like the tumbleweeds blow,
There
His spirit
His freedom he wears like a crown.
Chorus
And he rides the wild horses,
The same blood flows through their veins.
Yes he rides the wild horses,
Like the horses he
