Northern ticket on a south bound train
He rolls his own
Some leaves and some paper his only refrain
He's blowing smoke
Daddy's the lord of the sugar cane
And a winning colt
Skittish and hamstrung at the gate
Bet on as a joke

CHORUS
Ride on
Through the dawn
He's gone
And he may never make it back home
Straight through
It'll break you
Take two
Won't begin until you get thrown into a lake like a stone

Loose fitting suit on a juvenile
Almost a man
His brother he snapped like a crocodile
He joined a band
Now, he gets by on talk radio
He's so polite
Up in the morning and away he goes
To catch a flight on time