(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, Whoa!
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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 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, Ooohhh!
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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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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, Whoa!
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Outrider,
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You're a real outlaw,
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Outrider, Out-Outrider,
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Oh, Outrider
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Outrider
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