Guess it was somethin' I shouldn't have done
Guess I regret it now
Ever since I was a kid
Tryin' to keep my temper down is like
Chasin' wild horses, chasin' wild horses
Chasin' wild horses

Left my home, left my friends
I didn't say goodbye
I contract out to the BLM
Up on the Montana line
Chasin' wild horses, chasin' wild horses

We're out before sunup
In after sundown
There's two men in the chopper
Two under saddle on the ground
In the evenings we'd hop in the pickup
Head into town for a drink
I make sure I work 'til I'm so damn tired
Way too tired to think

You lose track of time
It's all just storms blowin' through
You come rollin' 'cross my mind
Your hair flashin' in the blue
Like wild horses, just like wild horses
Just like wild horses

A fingernail moon in a twilight sky
I'm ridin' in the high grass of the switchback
I shout your name into the canyon
The echo throws it back

The winter snow whites out the plains
'Til it can turn you blind
The only thing up here I've found
Is tryin' to get you off mind
Is like chasin' wild horses, chasin' wild horses
Chasin' wild horses, chasin' wild horses

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Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen