Old friend Your horse is ready to ride When morning comes From this church town Where damning rumors drip From holy tongues It won't go away It won't go away It won't go away The fever To find a scapegoat fast And fix the blame I know You never meant to leave The way you came It won't go away It won't go away It won't go away Looking down From their stained glass steeples They'll never know Why you had to run Ride as fast as you can They're shooting to kill Ride as fast as you can They're shooting to kill Ride as fast as you can They're shooting to kill Ride as fast as you can They're shooting to kill