| It was dark I was drivin' down a loney Texas road
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| The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes
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| I was thinkin' of the wild times and the women that I’d had
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| The deceitful things I’d done and those lies
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| Standin' in the shadows by the side of the road
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| Was the figure of a withered old man
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| He wore a black bandanna a ropin' Stetson hat
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| With a two inch scarlet hat band
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| He held his wrinkled hand up as a sign to shut her down
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| SO I pulled over and stopped by his side
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| He opened up the door slid in and sat down
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| He said my ain’t it hot tonight
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| I studied this old man and it seemed mighty strange
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| For him to be out here all alone
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| Then he started talkin' and he told me many things
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| Of times that both of us had known
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| He told me of the wild life and the women that he’d had
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| How none ofthem had ever meant a thing
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| He told me of a black night much the same as this
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| Of the strange and awesome things he’d seen
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| A man beside the road had raised his hand and flagged him down
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| So he stopped and let him in
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| That stranger told him stories that I am hearing now
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| Bout the wild times and all the sin
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| Then the car got cold and clammy and this old man looked at me
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| He said boy I’ve come here for you
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| Your days of wicked sinnin' have come to an end
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| As a mortal on this earth boy you are through
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| Then his eyes got red and fiery as he took his Stetson off
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| To reveal his evil horns shiny and black
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| My God the fear came over me and my senses were all lost
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| I fought with him until we finally erashed
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| Next day they found the car at the bottom of a draw
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| The young cowboy was found beside the wreck
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| His ear had been consumed by fire the cowboy had no marks
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| Except the smoke and pitch fork brand upon his neck |