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It was dark and I was driving down a lonely Texas road |
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The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes |
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I was thinking bout 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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When standin' in the shadows at the side of the road |
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Stood the figure of a withered old man |
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He wore a black bandana 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 'er down |
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So I pulled over and stopped at his side |
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He opened up the door slid in and sat down |
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And 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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And then he started talking 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 known |
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How none of them 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 |
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And flagged him down 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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And the car got cold and clamy 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 you are through |
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Then his eyes got red and firey as he took his stetson off |
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To reveal his evil horns shiney and black |
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My god the fear came o'er and my senses were all lost |
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I fought with him until we finally crashed |
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Next day they found the car at the bottom of the draw |
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The young cowboy was found beside the wreck |
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The car had been consumed by fire |
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But the cowboy had no marks |
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Except the smokin' pitchfork brand upon his neck |
