A cry for war on a deserted road
The engine roars across the plains
A tumble of sage beside me racing against the day
Just me and my noble stead
The wind in my face
Just my sweet ladies purr
The bugs I spit out don’t bother me
For every bat out of hell
A man comes-a-riding
Followed by angel’s on horses
Now on through the day with a chug of the throttle
Into the night with a flask full of whiskey
I’ll see you some day when my tank runs-a-empty
Until then I’ll ride with a fiery
