I Ride Alone

It's another night in Los Angeles My passport is restless in my boot And my thoughts take wings to wonder Get up they say man vamoose I think about my thoughts of Paris Of fine wine, women and precious things I think about my life on the midnight highway The life of a renegade king Twenty years they've called me a bandit Twenty years I've been on the run Twenty years defending my honor Twenty years harming no one And I ride I ride alone, yes I ride, I ride alone They says there goes a strange one He sits back to the wall Noticing conversation And rarely speaking at all And he rides, he rides alone Yes he rides, he rides alone It's true I'm not much on talking It's true there's not much I know But one thing I've learned for certain You reap whatever you sow And you ride, you ride alone Yes you ride, you ride alone There's a hawk high in the heavens A truly magnificent bird He waits on wings of silver To bring the glorious word And he flies, he flies alone Yes he flies, he flies alone