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 ten   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 ...