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When I left my home
I was not much more than a child,
My mother started crying
She knew that I was born to be wild
'Cos I was looking for the bright lights of the big city,
A red hot town where the girls are pretty
I took to the highway,
Chasing my dream down the line
Heading out for trouble,
Never finding my peace of mind
'Cos I been run out of town so many times before
An' usually kind of places where I can't go back no more
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
