Gregory Reniska Sr. - Born on the Run Lyrics

I was raised on blacktop chasing the wind
Twelve years old packed up movin' again
Mama stitched my blue jeans kept me in line
While my old man's demons left him behind
Saw the world through the smoke of a steel horse ride
Neon devils and chrome in the pale moonlight
Hells Angels rolled and the Bandidos swayed
A kid in the chaos just finding my way
I was born on the run lost in the dust
Living too young learning too much
Whiskey and sin the outlaw's tune
Hard love hard times and a blood-red moon
Tattooed fists and the sound of a fight
Steel-toed boots in the dead of the night
I took my licks learned how to stand
No father to guide me just a hard calloused hand
Mama did her best but the road took hold
Felt more at home in the fire than the cold
Every scar I wear every mile I run
A boy in the dark just chasing the sun
I was born on the run lost in the dust
Living too young learning too much
Whiskey and sin the outlaw's tune
Hard love hard times and a blood-red moon
Now I walk my own line can't shake the past
Ghosts in the rearview they never look back
I ride with the rhythm where the dark rivers flow
A child of the road and that's all I know...