He's a bad man so they say
Livin' for his life and livin' free
Running swift and secretly
So we'll miss the hanging tree
Wounded spirits on the wind
Ridin' to his dream and destiny
He's locking up the wall of posters
Calling for his friends to see
Laughin' loud as he rides away
Kicking up the dust with speed
Time hunts him down the pathway
And freedom is the horse he rides
Glory is the dream he's after
And fortune is his hearts delight