The Wild Horse - Rod Stewart

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 10

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 …