(Waylon): He's a sad song singer, he plays a gut-stringer With vagabond fingers, that follow his mind To far away places, he reaches for traces And touches the faces, he's long left behind (Waylon): He'll keep you from knowing, where he's been or going You'll see the distance, right there in his eyes Just short of stealing, he'll take your feelings Pull at your heart strings, until they come untied Once was a woman who made him turn lonesome Her memory turns over and over again Like an old stallion who's longing for freedom He's trying to outrun the wind (Willie): I've laughed with the sunshine, cried with the rains I've had some bad nights, with the bet of the blues I go on pretending, with long haired women But I still get crazy, when I think of you Once was a woman who made him turn lonesome Her memory turns over and over again Like an old stallion who's longing for freedom He's trying to outrun the wind Like an old stallion who's longing for freedom He's trying to outrun the wind