They took his farm back in ’93. The bank foreciosed he lost everything from his pop to his dad, it was handed down generations, lost in ’92 drought!

The seels of revenge, they were sown! Now he rides the open road!

He retrieves the gold from the usurer’s vaults. Get in his way, that’s your fault! He spreads the proceeds through the ranks of the cause, anonymous cheer to spread the world!

Life on the land seems so long ago! Now he rides the open road!

Read a book that changed his life, it seared his soul, cut him like a knife. By hook or by crook he’ll reclaim his land, pray he’s on your side, when the shit hits the fan!

Gun in hand, he works alone! Now he rides the open road!

The reaper sits by his side, nothing to loose, he’s not afraid to die. They took his life back in ’93. The highway’s the home, it’s all he needs!

Life on the land seems so long ago!
Now he rides the open road!
Gun in hand, he works alone!
Now he rides the open road!