The Hanging Tree

Passing through the arms of satan Reaching for the hands of god Robbing every mind for wisdom Running so he wont get caught Hes outlawed by majority Been branded all his life Some say that hes a sinner man As he rides from day to night Hes a bad man, so they say Living for his love and living free Riding swift and secretly So hell miss the hanging tree Wounded spirit on the wind Riding to his dream and destiny Hes laughing at the wanted posters Calling for his friends to see Laughing aloud as he rides away Kicking up the dust with speed Time hands him down a pathway And freedom is a horse he rides Glory is a dream hes after And fortune is his hearts delight Riding swift and secretly So hell miss the hanging tree Wounded spirit on the wind Riding to his dream and destiny