Stranger

THIS TOWN IT IS A DYIN’ A LITTLE MORE EACH PASSING DAY

AS A KID I RODE THE BACK TRAILS MOST THE TIME JUST TO GET AWAY

THAT BIG ‘OL VIEN JUST ENDED IT’S ALL WITHERING ON THE VINE

MY GRANDPA CAME AND HE STAKED HIS CLAIM BACK IN 1849

THIS RIDER CAME APPROACHING COMIN’ IN FROM THE END OF TOWN

WITH THE SETTING SUN RIGHT BEHIND HIS BACK HE FELL OFF HIS HORSE AND HE HIT THE GROUND

WITH BLOOD AND DIRT A MIXING EYES STARED INTO ETERNITY

WITH LIPS AS DRY AS THE DESERT SKY HE SPOKE THESE WORDS TO ME

YEA IF YOU TAKE MY HORSE AND TREAT HIM WELL UNTIL HE’S GONE

AND IF YOU DIG ME A HOLE AND BRING A PREACHER SO I CAN MOVE ON

WELL, YOU CAN TAKE THAT LOAD OF GOLD OFF THAT SADDLE OF MINE

YEAH, AND YOU CAN BEAT IT ON DOWN THE LINE

YEA IF YOU TAKE MY HORSE AND TREAT HIM WELL UNTIL HE’S GONE

AND IF YOU DIG ME A HOLE AND BRING A PREACHER SO I CAN MOVE ON

WELL, YOU CAN TAKE THAT LOAD OF GOLD OFF THAT SADDLE OF MINE

YEAH, AND YOU CAN BEAT IT ON DOWN THE LINE

WELL, I THINK ABOUT THAT STRANGER JUST ABOUT EVERY SINGLE DAY

NEVER TOLD ME HIS OR HIS HORSES NAME SO HIS HORSE IS NAMED STRANGER TODAY

YEAH, ME AND OL STRANGER YEAH, WE’RE GETTIN ALONG IN YEARS

WE GOT US A PLACE OUT ON THATCHER’S PLAIN AND WE’RE BOTH PUTTIN’ BACK SOME BEERS

YEA, IF YOU TAKE MY HORSE AND TREAT HIM WELL UNTIL HE’S GONE

AND IF YOU DIG ME A HOLE AND BRING A PREACHER SO I CAN MOVE ON

WELL, YOU CAN TAKE THAT LOAD OF GOLD OFF THAT SADDLE OF MINE

YEAH, AND YOU CAN BEAT IT ON DOWN THE LINE

WELL, YOU CAN BEAT IT ON DOWN THE LINE

YEA, AND YOU CAN BEAT IT ON DOWN THE LINE