Well, he rode into Blue Rock
Dusty and tired
And he got him a room for the night
He lay there in silence
With too much on his mind
Still hopin' that he was not right

But he found them that evenin'
At a tavern in town
In a quiet little out-o'-the-way place
And they smiled at each other
When he walked through the door
And they died with their smiles on their faces
They died with a smile on their face

Don't boss him, don't cross him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' and hidin' his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait 'til tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

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