Four Winds

Here come the hard luck story boys
 The death or glory boys
 One day to return
 From the shores of a distant land
 Yeah, guitar in hand
 Money enough to burn
 We'll leave our troubles at the park and ride
 Well, we've got nothing left but pride
 Into the night we'll ride, yeah
 I wanna walk under open skies
 Throw me the keys to the countryside
 So pass around that bottle, Jim
 This sob story can begin
 We're gonna ride 'til there ain't no road
 We're heading where the four winds don't blow
 Let's ride
 We'll say goodbye to the city lights
 Driving hard through a desert night
 Engines set to burn
 We'll eat up miles on a dusty road
 Feel the heat and the back-beat thumping
 On the radio
 We'll set a course to the promised land
 Well, we've got nothing planned, let's drive
 Into the night we'll ride, yeah
 We're gonna walk on the burning sands
 No dream, no goal, no master plan
 So pass around that bottle, Jim
 This sob story can begin
 We're gonna ride 'til there ain't no road
 We're heading where the four winds don't blow
 Let's go
 We're heading where the four winds don't blow
 We're heading where the four winds don't blow
 Come on
 Whoa, oh, oh
 We're heading where the four winds don't blow