The R-R-R-Rambling Road

I was R-R-R-Riding through the canyon deep Where the S-S-S-Shadows and the outlaws sleep I found a G-G-G-Ghost town, silent and dry Under a B-B-B-Burning copper sky. Oh, it’s a R-R-R-Road, a dusty road R-O-A-D, road I met a s-s-stranger with a silver star Playing an old b-b-b-battered guitar G-U-I-T-A-R Gui-Gui-Gui-Gui-Guitar. Well, I’m not the world’s most f-f-f-fastest gun But I’m second to n-n-n-none under the sun I asked for w-w-water, but he gave me wine Tasted like T-T-T-Turpentine and pine. Oh, it’s a R-R-R-Road, a dusty road R-O-A-D, road Gui-Gui-Gui-Gui-Guitar Gui-Gui-Gui-Gui-Guitar. The wind will be a howl and the howl will be the wind It’s a l-l-l-lonely world we’re living in Except for the r-r-rhythm of the trail And the R-R-R-Rattle of the snake’s tail. Well, I left my h-h-home just a year ago Heading down to M-M-M-Mexico I’m not the world’s most b-b-b-brave of men But I’d do it all o-o-over again And so would the G-G-G-Ghost. Oh, it’s a R-R-R-Road, a dusty road R-O-A-D, road Gui-Gui-Gui-Gui-Guitar Gui-Gui-Gui-Gui-Guitar. G-H-O-S-T, Ghost Gui-Gui-Gui-Gui-Guitar R-R-R-Rambling on R-R-R-Rambling on