you see I meet a rider and he's name was john
he tells me he's on a desperate call
go tell my sorrow he said, so you wont do what i've done
he wears a jacket from he's sweetheart, a ruin of a poor girl
handsome rider, scars to he's name
only time he's satisfied is when he's on the run to the rising sun
angel has taken he's soul and the devil is fighting with god
he's riding back home he says
he's bringing he's pain to town.
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