Just Riding Through

(альбом: He Rides The Wild Horses - 1981)

Pack up your old guitar cowboy roll up your old sleeping bag
It's time you got to moving cause your life is starting to drag
You ain't leaving nothing but faces the same stars watch you at night
That same old lonesome will own you but you've grown too tired to fight
You're one child's father another man's son one woman's candle of light
Too far into tomorrow for loving somebody tonight
You're too many miles from home now gambling with nothing to lose
A side street hobo in rodeo clothes cowboy you're just riding through

Pull on your old blue jeans cowboy put on your old dusty hat
Sunup caught you a sleeping gambling busted you flat
The whiskey it caught you a drinking the rain and the wind caught you cold
Loving cost you a memory and the Devil he caught your soul
You're one child's father...