Verse 1:
All these voices tangled up inside my head
Of all the men in this life that I've laid dead
Too many men thought that they could take a stand
Just to be laid in an early grave at my right hand

Pre-chorus:
And still I ride
Still I ride

Chorus:
I'm a gun slinger baby
Cross me you're gonna die

Verse 2:
Close you eyes cross you hands and say a prayer
If there's a promised land I promise to send you there
The preacher says even a man like me can make amends
But I don't think he knows even half of my sins

Pre-chorus
Chorus

I've had no love no friends no home to call my own
No stock no fields no barn no land on which to roam
No room no bed no blanket no pillow for my head
I was born this way baby and I'll live it till I'm dead