Terry Scott Taylor - Cowboys With Engines lyrics

By the diamond in the lane Theres a crimson red stain (marks the spot where a poor soul fell) A handiwork of the devil and its just one of several tombstones on the freeway through hell Chorus: Oh, Cowboys with Engines Strike Fear in their minions No they'll stop at nothin' To protect their dominions With the bullets to back up Outrageous opinions It's best that you run son from Cowboys with Engines No don't lift a finger insult a gun slinger and he'll show you exactly whose boss Say a prayer for the old folks, tail-gaters and slow pokes whose path they just happen to cross (Chorus) In the new old wild west outlaws still possess those hair-trigger fingers cold hearts of unrest So don't throw down a challenge it could mean your d**h and the Law can do little but clean up the mess Some commuters have sworn in the hours before dawn if you happen to be driving alone, a light fog will reveal the dead at the wheel driving ghost cars to families back home (Chorus)