Rode into town one shiny day,
hate blurrin' through his eyes.
Blood streamed down from his right lung.
I watched as he rode by.
Knew he'd die for the day was out,
bury him with the sun.

With his right hand on the throttle of a chopper and
his left hand on a gun.

Found him lyin' at Manassas Junction, later on that day.
Lyin' in an alley with a pistol on me,
He knew this was his last day.
Knew he'd die for the day was out,
bury him with the sun.

With his right hand on the throttle of a chopper and
his left hand on a gun.

He said six State Troopers have followed me here,
tell them were to look.
Take my bike and the colors I fly and in the right hand
pocket there's a book.
Knew he'd die for the day was out,
bury him with the sun.

With his right hand on the throttle of a chopper and
his left hand on a gun.

In the right hand pocket was a worn-out Bible
and a picture of his son.
So he died with his right hand at the gates of hell
and his left hand on a gun.
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