Ride Like The Devil's Son

Dust storm whispered in my ear
Your turn to take the bullseye
With the fulsome praise of jack straw crows
Knock knock knocking at my door

But after twenty years I hang my spurs
On the perch of these telephone wires
They used to drag on Cuban heels
With true North in their compass

Wandering in circles, with nothing left to lose
Carved on a mountain where a pale horse writes
The bible, yes the bible is the truth

Can you read my palms?
Can you read my heart? Can you read my lips?
Can you read my thoughts when I close my eyes and I ride
And I ride like the devil’s son

With vultures flying overhead
And pecking at my carcass
They cauterize those highway lanes
That lead us out of darkness

Wandering in circles
With nothing left to lose
Carved on a mountain where a pale horse writes
The bible, yes the bible is the truth

Can you read my palms?
Can you read me heart? Can you read my lips?
Can you read my thoughts when I close my eyes and I ride
And I ride like the devil’s son

Can you read my palms?
Can you read me heart? Can you read my lips?
Can you read my thoughts when I close my eyes and I ride
And I ride

Can you read my palms?
Can you read me heart? Can you read my lips?
Can you read my thoughts when I close my eyes and I ride
And I ride

Can you read my palms?
Can you read me heart? Can you read my lips?
Can you read my thoughts when I close my eyes and I ride
And I ride like the devil’s son