Shot my horse in the opening scene
Been chased for the last three weeks
I move quick, got a bounty on me
Outlawed in my prime, man
No friends but the tumbleweeds
This rope burn's starting to bleed, oh
God, gotta get me some sleep
Six under in the wasteland

I don't wanna feel bad, feel bad
Just got through my last round of night sweats

Pulled the rug
Elbows red from lying down
Pissed you off again
Is it my problem now?
Is it mine?

Big iron been heavy on me
Buried one by the cottonwood trees
I took on off the other one's steed
Well, won't find me losin' the lead
Bullseye on the back of my head
Back home they're thinking I'm dead
I'm wishing that I was instead
Well, still not as bad as it gets

I don't wanna feel bad, feel bad
Just got through my last round of night sweats

Pulled the rug
Elbows red from lying down
Pissed you off again
Is it my problem now?
Is it mine?

Followed a mirage to a dried-up stream
When I heard it like a voice from the sand and the wind
You ought to wake up or get lost to the noise
Ride on, sunrise in the east
With the whole world laying right at your feet
It's coming into focus
It's coming into focus
Coming into focus
Coming into focus
I don't need a fucking guilt trip

Pulled the rug
Elbows red from lying down
Pissed you off again
Is it my problem now?
Is it mine?

Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay
Riding high, riding high, riding highways
Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay
Get on my, get on my, get on my way
Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay
Riding high, riding high, riding highways
Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay
Get on my, get on my, get on my way