Where the four winds blow and it's five miles wide
Where a [bad word] and a man can't hide
man can play, and a man can win
Lucky Luke rides again

Lucky Luke, born to ride, with a sixgun by his side
Lucky Luke here's to you

There's a man who waits, over yonder hill
And when he shoots he shoots to kill
But he don't know that in the end
Lucky Luke will ride again

Lucky Luke, born to ride, with a sixgun by his side
Lucky Luke here's to you

On the dusty trail, 'neath the western sky
Where ths sun shines hard enough to fry
cowboys dream must never end
Lucky Luke rides again

Lucky Luke, born to ride, with a sixgun by his side
Lucky Luke here's to you

Lucky Luke, born to ride, with a sixgun by his side
Lucky Luke here's to you