Grizzled Drifter

He Turned onto Main Street, on a chariot of fire.
There were screams in the air, just like the devil's choir.
He came out of the mountains like an apparition or a dream.
He stared a stare so deep and dark, it was like a laser beam.
He was a grizzled drifter with a disheveled soul, and a heart no mother could love.
But each night that he spent alone, he CURSED the Lord above.

No matter where he traveled, or where he laid his head.
He was haunted by his handle bar mustache.
Destined for a future, forgotten in the past.
Seems our friend has finally met his match.

He took a swig of Big K, dry, tryin' to find the courage he had lost.
A fire began to grow inside our friend, nair mind the cost.
His leather duster filled up with smoke as he pushed his way inside.
The prodigal son had come again to take us for a ride.

No matter where he traveled, or where he laid his head.
He was haunted by his handle bar mustache.
Destined for a future, forgotten in the past.
Seems our friend has finally met his match.
Seems our friend has finally met his match.

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