Ballad Of A Lonesome DrifterFrom The 2025 Dollar A Day AlbumIntroVerse 1He Doesn't Say Too Much, And His Throat Is DryWhat He Wants Is A Bottle Of RyeBorn Just To Play A Bad Luck HandThis Here's The Tale Of A TexicanVerse 2As The Night Rolls In And The Sun Goes DownHe'll Find Himself In A Different TownAll The Good-Time Women, Prophets, Drunks, And ThievesWill Soon Find Out What The Texican MeansInterludeVerse 3Mexican Boots And A Stetson HatGun Is Slung Low With The Trigger Tied BackThese Are The Marks Of A Fightin ManThe Kind They Call The TexicanInterludeVerse 4Jinglin' Spurs On A Hardwood FloorA Poker Game Just Made For FourBut If You Sit In For A Card Or TwoYou'll Wind Up Dead Before You're ThroughOutroBorder WindBorder WindWhere Do You Go?Cover My Trail Tonight
