[Verse 1] Last night, I laid back, starin’ at the sky, Dust in my lungs, whiskey in my eye. Wonder if a cowboy ever truly fly, Or just ride the devil’s herd ‘til he die. Roll on, roll on—man, this life get long, Chasin’ ghosts down a road that’s dead wrong. Roll on, little dogies—ain't got no home, Just a broke saddle, a rope, and a faded poem. [Pre-Chorus] They say heaven’s gate got a narrow walk, But Hell got neon signs, easy to spot. We all gonna stand in God’s courtyard, But will my brand be clean? Or a rustler’s mark? [Chorus] Stray yearlin’, unbranded on high, Cut with the rusties when the Last Ride fly. Boss of the Riders, scan the herd, Will he know my name? Did he hear my words? [Verse 2] Stampede souls, loco in the brain, Run at the wind, scared of the reins. Crooked man’s brand burn like a chain, Lost in the brush, drownin’ in the rain. Some say there’s a ranch where the grass stay green, Where the Boss don’t judge by the brands you seen. But my hands dirty, my soul ain’t tight, I rode the broad road—now it’s Judgment Night. [Bridge] One last drag from the cigarette, One last prayer I ain’t earned yet. Roll on, roll on, don’t slow down, ‘Fore the Riders turn my soul around. [Chorus] Stray yearlin’, unbranded on high, Cut with the rusties when the Last Ride fly. Boss of the Riders, scan the herd, Will he know my name? Did he hear my words? [Outro] So if you see me in that final sale, Ain’t no bids on this maverick tale. Just a stray hoof in the devil’s keep— Roll on, little dogies… roll on to sleep.
