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