He's a sad song singer he plays a gut-stringer With vagabond fingers that follow his mind To far away places he reaches for traces And touches the faces he's long left behind He'll keep you from knowing where he's been or going You'll see the distance right there in his eyes Just short of stealing he'll take your feelings Pull at your heart strings till they come untied Once was a woman who made him turn lonesome Her memory turns over and over again Like an old stallion who's longing for freedom Trying to outrun the wind [ steel ] Well I've laughed with the sunshine cried with the rains I've had some bad nights with the best of the blues And I go on pretending with long haired women I still get crazy when I think of you Once was a woman who made him turn lonesome... He's like an old stallion who's longing for freedom Trying to outrun the wind
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