It's another night in Los Angeles ♪ My passport is restless in my boot ♪ And my thoughts take wings to wonder Get up they say man vamoose I think about my thoughts of Paris ♪ Of fine wine, women and precious things
I think about my life on the midnight highway The life of a renegade king Twenty years they've called me a bandit Twenty years I've been on the run Twenty years defending my honor Twenty years harming no one And I ride I ride alone, yes I ride, I ride alone ♪ They says there goes a strange one He sits back to the wall Noticing conversation And rarely speaking at all And he rides, he rides alone
Yes he rides, he rides alone ♪ It's true I'm not much on talking It's true there's not much I know But one thing I've learned for certain You reap whatever you sow And you ride, you ride alone Yes you ride, you ride alone ♪ There's a hawk high in the heavens A truly magnificent bird He waits on wings of silver To bring the glorious word And he flies, he flies alone Yes he flies, he flies alone