“[...] There's a grey horse standin' still/ as a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride/ as the rain pours off his hat./ You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes/ now the cannons are silent/ his friends are all gone [...] If he ever wants to find his way home/ he’s the last rebel on the road./ Just a boy with his old guitar/ keeps to himself/ but everybody takes him wrong/ but he carries on/ got a dream that will never die./ Can’t change him, no use in stayin' where you don't belong [...] he'll never look back [...] ‘Cause he's the last rebel/ and he's all alone/ he’s the last rebel/ his friends are all gone./ He's the last rebel/ the last rebel on the road [...]”
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