Down to my last cigarette and down on my luck I guess the dealer's got it in for me today So I fold in time to stop myself from shooting off his cock I should keep a lower profile anyway
I ride alone I ride alone I ride alone Don't follow
I shattered my wings on the open road I battered my halo on each reload I put six clean holes through my patron saint But never in my hell-bent life have I complained Oh no
Several men and women want me Most want me dead I can't blame them for the grudges that they bear A gun for hire in my hand and a price on my head I can't settle down for too long anywhere I fly way below the radar of God's lazy eye I got heads and tails to hunt and dues to pay Chasing sunsets like a cowboy watching towns drift by In a jet-black 1960's Chevrolet
I shattered my wings on the open road I battered my halo on each reload I put six clean holes through my patron saint But never in my hell-bent life have I complained