Stolen Horses

I’m ridin’ stolen horses, runnin’ through the night
I’m goina find that man I’ve got killin’ on my mind
Don’t know where we’re ridin’ and I don’t rightly care
The job I have ahead of me is more than I can bear

I can’t be forgivin’ for what I’ve got to do

I see him ridin’ on that ridge up ahead
I intend to catch that man, I intend to see him dead
His horse is strainin’, it’s been running half the night
The cold fog cuts me to my bone, the ridge breaks morning’s light

I don’t care if I see his eyes, or if he ever sees mine

I buried her yesterday, I put her in an early grave
Took the ring from her finger, put it next to mine, the ring she gave me
I have my revolver drawn and I squeeze the trigger tight
He falls from the saddle, he falls out of sight

I cried and I wailed, as that bastard fell
I know I’ve bought my ticket straight down to hell
I can’t be forgivin’ for what I’ve done

I’m ridin’ stolen horses
I’m ridin’ stolen horses
Forever on