You always been a loner You never had a home Never had anyone you could call your own
You always been a loner You never had a home (home is a bunkhouse, tentcamp) Never had anyone you could call your own Never had anyone you could call Your own You could call your own You could call your own Your own..
Dusty trails, ground by the man And you're always on the run
Dusty trails, ground by the man And you're always on the run
Someday you'll be a story , everybody tells of the gunfighter, burried up on the hill
How, on your last stand, You died with your only friend in your hand
Never had anyone you could call your own You could call your own You could call your own