It was dark and I was driving down a lonely Texas road
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the night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes
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I was thinking bout the wild times and the women that I'd had
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The deceitful things I'd done and those lies
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When standin' in the shadows at the side of the road
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Stood the figure of a withered old man
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He wore a black bandana a ropin' stetson hat
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With a two inch scarlet hat band
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He held his wrinkled hand up as a sign to shut 'er down
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So I pulled over and stopped at his side
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He opened up the door slid in and sat down
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and said my ain't it hot tonight
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I studied this old man and it seemed mighty strange
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for him to be out here all alone
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and then he started talking and he told me many things
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of times that both of us had known
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He told me of the wild life and the women that he'd known
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How none of them had ever meant a thing
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He told me of a black night much the same as this
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of the strange and awesome things he'd seen
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A man beside the road had raised his hand
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and flagged him down So he stopped and let him in
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That stranger told him stories that I am hearing now
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Bout the wild times and all the sin
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And the car got cold and clamy and this old man looked at me
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He said boy I've come here for you
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Your days of wicked sinnin' have come to an end
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As a mortal on this earth you are through
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Then his eyes got red and firey as he took his stetson off
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To reveal his evil horns shiney and black
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My god the fear came o'er and my senses were all lost
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I fought with him until we finally crashed
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Next day they found the car at the bottom of the draw
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The young cowboy was found beside the wreck
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The car had been consumed by fire
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but the cowboy had no marks
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Except the smokin' pitchfork brand upon his neck
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The Passenger
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Chris LeDoux |