Shot my horse in the opening scene

Been chased for the last three weeks

I move quick, got a bounty on meOutlawed in my prime, man

No friends but the tumbleweeds

This rope burn′s starting to bleed

Oh god, gotta get me some sleep

Six under in the wasteland

I don't wanna feel bad, feel bad

Just got through my last round of night sweats

Pulled the rug

Elbows red from lying down

Pissed you off again

Is it my problem now? Is it mine?

Big iron been heavy on me

Buried one by the cottonwood trees

I took off on the other one′s steed

Well, won't find me losing the lead

Bullseye on the back of my head

Back home, they're thinking I′m dead

I′m wishing that I was instead

Well, still not as bad as it gets

I don't wanna feel bad, feel bad

Just got through my last round of night sweats

Pulled the rug

Elbows red from lying down

Pissed you off again

Is it my problem now? Is it mine?

Followed a mirage to a dried-up stream

When I heard it like a voice from the sand and the wind

You ought to wake up or get lost to the noise

Ride on, sunrise in the east

With the whole world laying right at your feet

It′s coming into focus, coming into focus

Coming into focus, coming into focus

I don't need a fucking guilt trip

Pulled the rug

Elbows red from lying down

Pissed you off again

Is it my problem now? Is it mine?

Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay

Ridin′ high, ridin' high, ridin′ highways

Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay

Get on my, get on my, get on my way

Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay

Ridin' high, ridin' high, ridin′ highways

Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay

Get on my, get on my, get on my way