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 |