They took his farm back in 93. The bank foreciosed he lost everything from his pop to his dad, it was handed down generations, lost in 92 drought!
The seels of revenge, they were sown! Now he rides the open road!
He retrieves the gold from the usurers vaults. Get in his way, thats your fault! He spreads the proceeds through the ranks of the cause, anonymous cheer to spread the world!
Life on the land seems so long ago! Now he rides the open road!
Read a book that changed his life, it seared his soul, cut him like a knife. By hook or by crook hell reclaim his land, pray hes on your side, when the sh** hits the fan!
Gun in hand, he works alone! Now he rides the open road!
The reaper sits by his side, nothing to loose, hes not afraid to die. They took his life back in 93. The highways the home, its all he needs!
Life on the land seems so long ago!
Now he rides the open road!
Gun in hand, he works alone!
Now he rides the open road!