Iron Horse
The wind it blows threw me on
this Iron Horse I roam, freedom
is the feeling as it soothes this
aching soul
The road is my life-line it gets me
out of here, a pathway to anywhere
and places i've never been.
A map is for a lost man to afraid to roam
into the horizon I slowly fade
Iron Horse roll-on
roll-on
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