Lonesome Rider

There's a Lonesome Rider way out on the plains

Cruising the Highway and riding the Range

One of these days he'll knock at your door

Hand you the tally and even the score

And that skeleton in your closet I bet you thought you'd lost it

But it's riding shotgun somewhere in there

And like a lark in the mirror it'll surely be your killer

Don't you feel that cold hard stare

And that Lonesome Rider is keeping the score

Of all the hard things been done before

One of these days when you can't take anymore

He'll come knocking at your door

And that cruel hard lie you thought would die

It's the last thing that you think of when you close your eyes

And it'll rise with the sun like the bullet from a gun

Blow a big hole in your day

And that Lonesome Rider is keeping the score

Of all the hard things been done before

One of these days when you can't take anymore

He'll come knocking - knocking at your door