I was born a dreamer, in a small northern town
Where everything was simple and my friends would never let me down
And I never thought for one day, that I would be there long
The sound of the wheels on the road, to me sounded like a song

There's been women, whiskey and long nights all alone
There's been loving and fighting and hearts made of stone
And it's a call in the distance, just beyond my sight
It's the song on my radio, as I'm driving through the night

And I'm still running, I'm still fighting
I'm still riding this lonesome road
And I don't care where it takes me even if I'm gettin' old
'Cause my spirit's wild, yes, my spirit's wild

It's more than just the traveling, it's an aching in my soul
Maybe you've felt it, that yearning to be whole
And I'll think of you often, as I sleep beneath the sky
And hear my voice calling, when the wind blows on high

And I'm still running, I'm still fighting
I'm still riding this lonesome road
And I don't care where it takes me even if I'm gettin' old
'Cause my spirit's wild, yes, my spirit's wild
'Cause my spirit's wild, yes, my spirit's wild

And I'm still running, I'm still fighting
I'm still riding this lonesome road
And I don't care where it takes me even if I'm gettin' old
'Cause my spirit's wild, yes, my spirit's wild
And my spirit's wild, yes, my spirit's wild

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Andy Falco, Andy Hall, Chris Pandolfi, Jeremy Garrett, Travis Book