Lyrics

Ridin’
Ridin’ that train
Gut full of whiskey and a heart full of pain
Black demons swimmin’ in my brain
Ridin’ that old freight train

Ridin’
Ridin’ that bus
Gun in my hand, all high on dust
Nowhere to run to, nobody to trust
Ridin’ that Greyhound bus

I’ve been a runnin’ since I can’t remember when
Said goodbye to my family, so long to all my friends
If Johnny-Law catches up with me, I’ll surely lose my life
‘Cause if I’m going down, it won’t be without a fight

Flyin’
Flyin’ that plane
They’re taking me back to Texas to put a needle in my vein
I made a good run, but they caught me just the same
Good lord - won’t you crash this plane....