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[originally by Christopher Cross] It is the night My body's weak I'm on the run 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 From Letras Mania