i left by the back door
with my wife's lover's smoking gun
i don't know what i was hoping for
i hit the road at a run
i was your lover
i was your man
there never was no other
i was your friend
till we came along this road
till we came along this road
till we came along this road
i ain't sent you no letters, ma
but i'm looking quite a trip
the world spinning beneath me, ma
guns blazing at my hip
you were my lover
you were my friend
there never was no other
on whom i could depend
then we came along this road
we came along this road
we came along this road |