Verse 1
The sun was burnin’ crimson on the Oklahoma plain,
My horse was breathin’ fire through the dust and through the rain.
Got a saddle full of heartache and a Colt upon my side,
With every town behind me came another place to hide.
Sheriff’s got my picture nailed on every swinging door,
Says I’m worth a thousand dollars, maybe even more.
But money buys a bullet, and mercy’s mighty thin,
When the devil knows your name and the law won’t let you win.
Chorus
Ride until the sunrise, don’t you ever slow,
Leave your tracks to the coyotes where the desert winds blow.
Bounty hunters on my heels, bandits in the night,
Only thing that’s faithful is this moonlight ride.
If I die tomorrow, lay me where I fall,
Beneath the lonely prairie where the hawks still call.
I was born an outlaw, never wore a crown,
Just another cowboy they could never tie down.
Verse 2
Crossed the Rio Grande with a price upon my head,
Shared my fire with strangers who’d leave me there for dead.
Every shadow held a rifle, every smile hid a knife,
In the Wild West, son, that’s just the cost of life.
I stole from crooked railroad men who bled the miners dry,
Never robbed a widow, never let a child cry.
But the papers called me villain, said I’d never change my ways,
Guess the truth gets buried in the smoke of outlaw days.
Chorus
Ride until the sunrise, don’t you ever slow,
Leave your tracks to the coyotes where the desert winds blow.
Bounty hunters on my heels, bandits in the night,
Only thing that’s faithful is this moonlight ride.
If I die tomorrow, lay me where I fall,
Beneath the lonely prairie where the hawks still call.
I was born an outlaw, never wore a crown,
Just another cowboy they could never tie down.
Bridge
Hear the thunder rollin’ from a hundred pounding hooves,
Every mile I travel feels like another move.
Maybe heaven’s got a stable where the restless spirits roam,
Where every broken outlaw finally rides back home.
Final Chorus
Ride until the sunrise, let the old six-shooter sing,
Freedom ain’t a treasure that a rich man ever brings.
Bandits couldn’t break me, the law couldn’t make me kneel,
A cowboy’s word’s the only thing that’s real.
When my final sunset paints the mountains gold,
Tell ‘em I died ridin’, brave and bold.
No chains around my spirit, no prison could hold me down,
Forever I’ll be ridin’… the last free outlaw in town.
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