Writer: Coke Sams
Saddle up my pickup truck
Say goodbye and wish me luck
Pa** the word I'm riding out again
I gotta see that purple sage
I've got to roll with one more stage
Before this worn out western movie ends
Lord I used to ride so high
They wrote songs about me
But now the old man's home alone
They rode on without me
And now my six guns not so fast
I believe this trip might be my last
This Fadin' Renegade made his last stand
Hand me down my boots and spurs
Pray the weather don't get worse
Pa** the word I've done the best I can
I gotta ride out one more last storm
I've got to rope one last longhorn
Before I turn my pony loose for good
Lord I used to think I'd ride
Gods prairie all of my, my days
But now you can't ride anywhere
For the barb wire and the highways
And I'm a stranger in this time
My buckskin days are all behind
This Fadin' Renegade's made his last stand
This Fadin' Renegade's done all he can