Old Foggy Roads

I rode with the wind back in '49
Six bullets and a bottle, that life was mine
A girl in cheyenne with fire in her eyes
Left her crying on the porch beneath blood-orange skies

Worked my hands raw on the old railroad line
Laughed in saloons, spilled whiskey and time
Faced down the devils with a tremble and grin
But each man's got ghosts that still ride within

Old foggy roads
Old foggy roads

Saw friends fall fast in a one-horse fight
Buried 'em deep under stars at night
Their names drift now like smoke in my mind
Some faces I lost, some I never did find

Holdin’ on tight
To the fading glow
One more breath
Then I let it go

Old foggy roads
Old foggy roads