I still can picture him, his hands in his back pockets. He wasn't much for words, but when the wise kids made a racket. He'd just have to go downtown.
As the world is caving in. From the pressures of the day. And you feel that you can't win. But you know you'll have to stay. . We have to toe the line.
See the man ridin' high in the desert near the Rio Grande. He runs for his life, doesn't sleep, doesn't take time to understand. Because the girl that he loved went away and ran off with another man.