Dust clouds roll like ghosts behind my boots on the ground, Sheriff’s got my name in ink, swears he’ll hunt me down. But the desert don’t judge a sinner, it just swallows him whole— And I’m prayin’ this old red sun forgives what I stole. ’Cause there’s a sunset rising on my last ride, Bleeding fire across the canyon wide. If the night catches up, then the truth might too— But I ain’t done runnin’ from the things I do. When the daylight dies and the shadows collide, I feel the sunset rising on my last ride. Got a letter in my pocket from a girl I let go, Says she still remembers nights of whiskey and gold. Told her I’d come back clean, but the cards got stacked— So I’m riding this trail with the law at my back. If I make it to the mesa ’fore the darkness wins, I’ll let the wind decide where the story ends. A man ain’t born wicked—he just breaks in time, And every broke-down soul needs one last shine. There’s a sunset rising on my last ride, Painting mercy where the desert cried. Maybe dawn’s too bright for a man like me, But the fire of the dusk feels like I’m set free. When the daylight fades and the shadows divide, I feel the sunset rising on my last ride. There’s a sunset rising on my last ride, Painting mercy where the desert cried. Maybe dawn’s too bright for a man like me, But the fire of the dusk feels like I’m set free. When the daylight fades and the shadows divide, I feel the sunset rising on my last ride.
