Titanic Sinclair - I Ride Alone

I ride alone through the roads that haunt me
I ride alone back home to the country breeze
Back where I feel free
On the run from the big city

I ride alone where the sun don't shine
And the lights aren't bright
I ride alone, guided only by the stars at night
Where the southern wind feels right
And my baby holds me tight

I ride alone like a bandit running from the lawman
I ride alone with a Colt 45 in my hand
Make my way through the land
I'll try to make you understand why I ride alone

I ridе alone through the burnt-down body of a ghost town
I ride alonе like an unfit kind stripped of my crown
Never knowing up from down
Forever spinning 'round and 'round

I ride alone in the darkness looking for a sunrise
I ride alone with a glimpse of hope in my eyes
Waiting for a big surprise
To get a little peace of mind
I ride alone
I ride alone like a bandit running from the lawman
I ride alone with a Colt 45 in my hand
Make my way through the land
I'll try to make you understand why I ride alone