Rode Home Alone

(Brian Hendrix)

Cleaning out my Notepad tonight; all the songs I've written as concepts and out of boredom. Some make me cringe; though some are actually quite good, now that I read over them. This one is a little story-time deal. The chorus is the two lines between verses, saying how he rode home alone.

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I loved a girl in Alabama once While seeing one in Texas Another in Ohio found them both Said I'd live to regret this That winter it got cold enough To drive a ram off of the bluff And the Smoky Mountains froze And I rode home alone Worked a mountain tap in Clay, Kentucky Drove to Harlan in the evenings Lost everything I rolled in bones To some heavy handed heathens Black of night got darker still Into a gulf you wouldn't think was real Stole a horse hitched to a pole And I rode home alone I gave away what I had earned To a drunk man for his blessing He spoke some words, his hands in fire I guess he was only guessing He didn't burn but I was charred And to this day still feel the scar It turned black down to the bone And I rode home alone A fight or few up North Dakota Made a name there as a rancher Paid my ticket at full price Tried to homestead with a dancer Regret I rued in scores tenfold She crawled clean loose right from my mold A need to shoulder what I'd sown And I rode home alone

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