Molly Hatchet

Ridin that night and the the moon is high
Gotta hell hound on my trail
Got to cross the rio grande
And never let me out of that jail
Feel the cool desert air... whippin accross my face
Dont make a sound stay close to the ground
Got to leave without a trace
Like my daddy before me...
Said the son of the seventh son
I cant sit still when the night time comes
My spirit always on the run
Ive done wrong everyone I loved
And I live with broken hearts
The hell hounds on my trail
I watched one after another as they died
They took my heart and left me cold inside
Chorus:
Tonight I ride...one last ride
My past is close behind me...my pistol by my side
Gotta keep on ridin...times not on my side
Im a pistol totin gamblin man