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(Dickie Peterson) |
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Ooooh, Allright! |
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Outrider on a boulevard crawl |
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It screams into night and it rolls into dawn |
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Oh, what did we see in the heat of the load |
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Lives his life in the danger zone. |
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Black leather and a need to roam |
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These are the things that he calls home |
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He feels the wind, it's his one desire |
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To leave this world in a ball of fire. |
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With those arms straight to your face |
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You work the road and feel the pace |
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Move to the night with nothing to hide |
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Ride to live and you live to ride |
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Outrider, |
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Whoa! Dining down at the local bar |
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Where the face is a battle scar |
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He sits alone with his back to the wall |
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He don't say much |
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Lord, he's seen it all. |
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Lord knows that he's tried to crawl |
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He hears the silence when it gets too loud |
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Knows what he wants and knows what to do |
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A beast of a man, he's nobody's fool. |
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With those arms straight to your face |
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You work the road and feel the pace |
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Move to the night with nothing to hide |
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You ride to live and you live to ride |
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Outrider, |
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Ooohhh! Black leather and a need to roam |
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These are the things that he calls home |
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Feels the wind, it's his one desire |
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To leave this world in a ball of fire. |
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With those arms straight to your face |
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You work the road and feel the pace |
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Move to the night with nothing to hide |
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Ride to live and you live to ride |
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Outrider, |
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Whoa! Outrider, |
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You're a real outlaw, |
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Outrider, |
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Out-Outrider, |
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Oh, Outrider |