Lyrics
(Verse 1) The sun’s a red eye staring through the pines
I’m crossing over all the county lines
Got a ten-gallon hat tipped low against the heat
And a bitter taste of gravel when I try to speak
The lawman’s shadow’s getting long and thin
But he’ll never find the places that I’ve been.
(Chorus)
I’m kicking mud off a pair of worn-out boots
Breaking every branch and pulling up the roots
With the rattle of the spurs against the canyon floor
I don’t look for trouble, but I don’t bar the door
Just a ghost in the saddle, a devil on the run
Underneath the barrel of a smoking gun.
(Verse 2) Nashville’s full of glitter and the suits in town
But they can’t keep a wild horse from heading down
I’d rather sleep in the dirt with the copperheads
Than sell my soul for a pile of unmade beds
Let the whiskey burn the bridge and light the way
I’ve got nothing but the debts I’ll never pay.
(Chorus)
I’m kicking mud off a pair of worn-out boots
Breaking every branch and pulling up the roots
With the rattle of the spurs against the canyon floor
I don’t look for trouble, but I don’t bar the door
Just a ghost in the saddle, a devil on the run
Underneath the barrel of a smoking gun.
(Verse 3) There’s a letter in my pocket that'll never hit post
Just a bunch of hollow promises to a girl on the coast
But the wind don’t care about the things I should’ve said
It just whispers 'bout the price that’s hanging on my head
So I’ll trade a little mercy for a mile of open road
And leave the heavy secrets for the buzzards and the crows.
(Chorus)
I’m kicking mud off a pair of worn-out boots
Breaking every branch and pulling up the roots
With the rattle of the spurs against the canyon floor
I don’t look for trouble, but I don’t bar the door
Just a ghost in the saddle, a devil on the run
Underneath the barrel of a smoking gun.
(Outro)
Yeah, keep the spurs ringing.
Let the mud fly.
I’ll see you on the other side.