Passing through the arms of satan 
Reaching for the hands of god 
Robbing every mind for wisdom  [bad word] so he won’t get caught 
He’s outlawed by majority 
Been branded all his life 
Some say that he’s a sinner man 
As he rides from day to night 

 He’s a bad man, so they say 
Living for his love and living free 
Riding swift and secretly 
So he’ll miss the hanging tree 
Wounded spirit on the wind 
Riding to his dream and destiny 

 He’s laughing at the wanted posters 
Calling for his friends to see 
Laughing aloud as he rides away 
Kicking up the dust with speed 
Time hands him down a pathway 
And freedom is a horse he rides 
Glory is a dream he’s after 
And fortune is his heart’s delight 

 Riding swift and secretly 
So he’ll miss the hanging tree 
Wounded spirit on the wind 
Riding to his dream and destiny