Let it Ride

Well I tried so hard to leave

But he had something up his sleeve

Had a pocket full of tricks to make him bleed

And I barely even shave

But now I've dug a grown man's grave

Son'o'bitch had it coming anyway

Let it ride down the blind

I can't tell which way I'm going

Cause it's too damn dark outside

Now I'm laying low in Kentucky

Or some black, coal mining country

You can work all day to keep from getting hungry

But the Foreman best behave

Cause I ain't nobody's slave

Son'o'bitch has it coming anyway

Let it ride down the blind

I can't tell which way I'm going

Cause its too damn dark outside

Now I have my eyes

Set on distant skies

I could end up in the town where you reside

There are many different ways

To spend your final days

Cause Lord knows we've had it coming anyways

Lord knows we've had it coming anyways

Lord knows we've had it coming anyways