I'd be riding horses if they let me
Sleeping outside at night and not take fright
I would ride the range and never worry
I would disappear into the night

Everybody needs an angel
But here's that devil by my side
Death's head ring upon his fingers
Poor boy hanging on your life

They'd be drawing straws in the courtroom
As a sudden twilight turns to black
Torches burn into the sad eyes
On the wrong side of the track

Make those horses jump through hoops of flame
They won't kick and they won't --------- (scare?)
Let the good lord do the driving
Poor boy sinking in the --------- (?)

I can smell the camp fires burning
But I'll go out walking on my own
By day and night the world keep turning
Frightened people hiding in their homes

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