put the horses in the stable load the mules on the train set your pistols on the table leave the dogs out in the rain take the money that they gave you hide it in a mason jar nobody now can save you it don t matter where you are turn your light down low hear the four wins blow bow your head to pray it ain t what you planed you got one last stand let the music play left for dead in southern georgia at the hands of hapless john with your baby waitin for ya you were before the dawn you know your shakin hands wil when your mouth is goin dry when that law man back in datin wouldn t look you in the eye he was nothing but a drifter and he came to play the part disquised as luke the drifter talk about a cheatin heart when he rode into your town same old indian giver struck a match and burned down now your alone and barely breathing looking down from up above needing something to believe in one lonely truth and love and the storm is slowly dying at the breaking of the day all the steel guitars are crying i m rollin down that lost highway