The Passenger

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