Hired Gun

Never knew how much I’d get into,
Losing myself so I can turn into 
The shallow ghost, free from all his pain. 

Left my mind about a mile back,
Cause I sold my soul for a money sack,
A Hired Gun, with nowhere left to run. 

The dotted lines turn to solid straight,
I keep lookin back to better days, 
Before I Fucked it up, and burned it to the ground. 

I stay locked in a Honkey Tonk haze,
Cause this Rot-Gut Whiskey’s gonna ease my pain. 
And Im all alone, 
The road’s my only Friend. 


My pistol’s loaded, and my blood stays cold.
Ya, the weight of the trigger keeps me on the road,
Cause my soul’s for rent, Blood for money spent. 

I should go back and try to right my wrongs, 
Instead of standing up here playing Country songs,
But I’m all alone, the road’s my only friend. 


I carve another notch as my blood runs cold,
Thought he had a quick hand from the stories told. 
His mother’s here to dig another grave. 

The wind blows north, and I had to go south, 
Met a Good Hearted Woman, of course she turned me out.
Couldn’t love a man, who steals souls for pay. 

I tried to get out long before I got in,
But a V-Twin heart’s made for Ramblin’.
Got my throttle cranked,
I’m married to the wind. 


My pistol’s loaded, and my blood stays cold.
Ya, the weight of the trigger keeps me on the road,
Cause my soul’s for rent, Blood for money spent. 

I should go back and try to right my wrongs, 
Instead of standing up here playing Country songs,
But I’m all alone, the road’s my only friend. 

I should go back and try to right my wrongs, 
Instead of standing up here playing Country songs,
But I’m all alone, the road’s my only friend. 

My pistol stays loaded, and my blood stays cold.
Thought he had a quick hand from the stories told.
My soul’s for rent. 
Blood for money spent. 

I should go back and try to right my wrongs, 
Instead of standing up here playing Country songs,
But I’m all alone, the road’s my only friend.