[originally by Christopher Cross]

It is the night
 My body's weak
 I'm on [bad word] 
 No time for sleep
 I've got to ride
 Ride like the wind
 To be free again

 And I've got such a long way to go
 To make it to the border of Mexico
 So I'll ride like the wind
 Ride like the wind

 I was born the son of a lawless man
 Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand
 Lived nine lives
 Gunned down ten
 Gonna ride like the wind

 Accused and tried and told to hang
 I was nowhere in sight when the
 Church bells rang
 Never was the kind to do as I was told
 Gonna ride like the wind before I get old