Outlaw running from the law but he's
Got nowhere to run to
Big law he broke it and ran faster
Than the lightning bolt
Chasing down the golden sun, running away
From the blue
He ran with no direction in mind, just
Running like a crazy colt

And he's gonna run let the four winds slap his face
He's gonna fly, let the sky be his guide
He's gonna lie beneath a blanket of stars
He's gonna run, wild as the western wind

Bad lands are sheltering him, maybe Dakota's
His home
Red man's become his friend, when no one else
Would have him
There's an Indian woman who keeps him from
Being alone
She stands tall by his side, but the law's
Got him out on a limb

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Writer(s): GARY RICHRATH