Suicide Ride

Duration

5:53

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

Here's the story of our old friend Progenitor, libertine, and rake Caught out on a frieght train headed west Fell off at the first town his fortunes rolled Figured where there's anything there's bound to be gold Steppin' into town somebody was watchin' Thinking, "This boy looks like a spot of trouble." But he figured he'd soon be gone, Soon as the next best thing came along Call him the man or what you will Proprietor, loyalist, and law He'd been livin' in that town since his father was born The old man fit the town like a glove He even had his pinkies in the fingers of love And with his daughter all tied up to make the hitch What a surprise when someone came up to him and said, "Scuse me, sir, but I'm lookin' for a job." So he set him to work at the farm Haulin' hay you start at dawn Soon enough the day of holy matrimony came along Man headed down to the barn lookin' for his hand But all he found was a dress turnin' brown in the hay Looks like chastity'd gone and run away And everybody knew just who to blame And though not a one of them could put a face to the name They wouldn't stop till he was found. So the man got to thinkin' "It's time this boy had a run-in with the law Introduce him to the deputy and put him in the clink." So he went to the box but the sheriff was drunk Looks like our boy'd got there first In fact the whole town was dyin' of thirst and the man knew That there was one among them who didn't wanna stop Till he'd drowned em all. So he took him out in the desert Way down in the dusty dunes Let the sun burn him And the vultures eat his eyes But when he came back into town Oh, baby, you'd best believe what he found Ooh, they ain't never found no body The blues had a baby And they did call it rock and roll.