Slow Rider

de Johnny Cash

Ride this train to any little trail in the West, you may find me riding alone late at night
My poor old horse don't understand why I ride at night and sleep in the daytime
Or why we ride in the bushes and hide every time I hear a noise
Well that's all I've done for months now running and hiding

You see, my name is John Wesley Hardin, no, I'm not proud of the name anymore
They say I've killed forty men, they tell a lot of different stories about me
Of course, I guess I'm to blame for a lot of it
I killed the first time when I was fifteen to save my life, but then I had to do it again

Then every bum in the country that was fast with the gun started lookin' for me
They called me the fastest gun alive, and I guess I was fast or I wouldn't be alive now
I got to where I couldn't walk down a street or in a saloon
Without some trigger-happy cowpoke
Wantin' to prove he could outdraw old John Wesley Hardin

Maybe I got a little bitter and didn't care whether I killed or not for a while
And I never quite forgot when the authorities in Huntsville prison
Dragged me up in the snow naked and horsewhipped me
Well, that's why I'm ridin' at night
I want to go where no one has ever seen me
Where I won't even have to wear a gun
Maybe, I'll settle down in a quiet little town somewhere
Even get a job on the right side of the law, who knows
Maybe in a new town the people will let me forget

I ride an old paint he's on the worryside
And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide
Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl
And the forty-pound saddle won't make us both raw

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door

I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had
One went to Denver the other went bad
My young wife died in a poolroom fight
But I try to keep singin' from morning till night

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door

Whenever I die, take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on snuffy lead him out of the stall
Throw me on his back and turn him toward the west
He knows how to take me to the spot I love best

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door