RIDING ALONE
i was born with a six gun in my hand, with a six gun in my hand i will die
could be in mexico or near that texas borderline
i had my dream i had my songs, well i have killed 7 men beneath the sun
i was born with a bow in my hand, with this bow in my hand i’ll die... somewhere on a green meadow where i lay my head on a buffalo’s hide
i’’m a american, i’m a american, i’m a natural man

i’m no devil, i’m no god, i’m no hero thanks a lot
i’m just a song, wherever i go... i ride alone

i was born with a bottle in my hand, with a bottle in my hand i’ll die
somewhere on a cold floor in a honky-tonk
i know the old people will listen to my song and cry
and i wonderin’ why?
with this guitar in my hand i was born, with this guitar in my hand i’ll die, somewhere down the road on a hard ride
i love you baby and i had my song, i was born a ramblin boy and i’m riding alone

i’m no devil, i’m no god, i’’m no hero thanks a lot
i’m just a song, wherever i go i’m riding alone
i’m no devil, i’m no god, i’m just a song,
i’m a ramblin boy riding alone
i’’m no devil i’m no god, i’m no hero thanks a lot i’m a song
i’’]m a ramblin man riding alone
i’m just a driftin’ boy riding alone
i’m just a ramblin man riding alone
i’m a gypsy boy... riding alone

written by Wayn (c) 2011 freewindsound