Dust on the trail, sun sinking low,
Miles to go, and the wind starts to blow.
Shadows grow long, the silence is near,
Carry my burden, no stranger to fear.
Ride on, ride slow,
Through the fire, through the shadow.
Ride on, ride slow,
Where the lost souls go.
Whiskey and scars, stories untold,
Every line on my face carved by the cold.
Dreams turned to ash, but the flame still survives,
In the dust of the west, a lone man rides.
Ride on, ride slow,
Through the fire, through the shadow.
Ride on, ride slow,
Where the lost souls go.
No glory, no crown, just a man and his fate,
The desert remembers, the desert won’t wait.
Ride on, ride slow,
Through the fire, through the shadow.
Ride on, ride slow,
Where the lost souls go.