RIDIN IN THE WIND
BRENN HILL/RED CLIFFS PRESS MUSIC (BMI)

Verse 1:
Those who think they know him well
Ain't ever followed him through hell
Ain't seen the empty in his eyes
Lookin' on the ground when somethin' dies
His old leather face and hide
Don't get much better on the inside
I'll tell you once I'll tell you again
He's loves ridin' in in the wind

Chorus:
He's loves ridin' in the wind
Don't care to tell you where he's been
You wouldn't listen any way
You think you got better things to say
The blowin' dust and driftin' snow
It works its way down in your soul
He ain't like modern urban men
He loves ridin' in the wind

Verse 2:
When you look at him up close
You'll see he's got a busted nose
And the hair growin' on his face
Is windblown all over the place
He rides better than he walks
Listens better than he talks
He can love deep when its true
But he hates counterfeits like you

Chorus:
He loves ridin' in the wind
Don't care to tell you where he's been
You wouldn't listen anyway
Think you got better things to say
That blowin' dust and driftin' snow
Will teach you way more than you know
Your man bun hair and suntan skin
Won't matter ridin' in the wind

Bridge:
And there's a knife upon his belt
And there's a gun up in his vest
And he ain't hurt nobody yet
But he sure enough will if he is pressed

Verse 3:
He may well become a brother
Take off his hat to meet your mother
He'll give you everything he has
Show up on time and bust your back
And if you're down and out and broke
Chokin' on big city smoke
You'll be glad you've got a friend
To take you ridin' in the wind