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Blacktop burning under dry white heat
Iron horse purring, shifting at my feet
No direction but the western sky
Leave the city, watch the concrete die
Ride the wind till the sun goes down (yeah) No looking back
at that ghost of a town
Out on the highway,
we are wild and free
Empty canteen and a leather vest
Looking for a spark in the endless west
Only fuel and fire keeps the engine whole
Just a lonely rider with an open soul (hmmmm)
Out on the highway...
Wild and free (ahhhh)