Last Hallows' Eve, in the slow and steady rain
I held you tight, but it wasn't worth the pain
So I'll be on my way, Louisana calls
The land of sugar cane and alcohol
'Cause I'm a lone rider, high across the plain
And all my life, I've been haunted by the wrong kind of fame
Just a lone rider, the solitary kind
But I'd rather give you my heart than a piece of my mind
When you're hellbent for leather, your shadow is your only friend
But even he is just a traitor to the darkness creepin' in
Still see you lyin' there, underneath that Texas moon
But if I push on through the night, I'll make Oklahoma soon
I'm just a lone rider, high upon the plain
All my life, I've been haunted by the wrong kind of fame
Just a lone rider, the solitary kind
But I'd rather give you my heart than a piece of my mind
Just a lone rider, high upon the plain
And all my life I've been haunted by the wrong kind of fame
Just a lone rider, the solitary kind
I'd rather give you my heart than a piece of my mind
I'd rather give you my heart than a piece of my mind
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