Fadin' Renegade Lyrics

Writer: Coke Sams

Saddle up my pickup truck
Say goodbye and wish me luck
Pa*s the word I'm riding out again

I gotta see that purple sage
I've got to roll with one more stage
Before this worn out western movie ends

Lord I used to ride so high
They wrote songs about me
But now the old man's home alone
They rode on without me

And now my six guns not so fast
I believe this trip might be my last
This Fadin' Renegade made his last stand

Hand me down my boots and spurs
Pray the weather don't get worse
Pa*s the word I've done the best I can

I gotta ride out one more last storm
I've got to rope one last longhorn
Before I turn my pony loose for good
Lord I used to think I'd ride
Gods prairie all of my, my days
But now you can't ride anywhere
For the barb wire and the highways
And I'm a stranger in this time
My buckskin days are all behind
This Fadin' Renegade's made his last stand
This Fadin' Renegade's done all he can