Texty: Bleu Edmonson. Lost Boy. Jesus Is Cryin'.

It's a lonely road, it's a dead man's path
It's a crazy ride, not made to last
I've only shed one tear, for just one soul
And how hard I loved her, she may never know

Jesus is cryin'
I can hear him scream
Freedom is a hard luck drug
I'm a strung out fiend
The wind blows cold
The sun won't shine
I did it again
Jesus is cryin'

There's tears in the grass, there's blood on the hills
The cocaine cowboys are riding for their thrill
I'm rolling hard down the 30E
Little Rock by morning
Kansas City by 3

Jesus is cryin'
I can hear him scream
Freedom is a hard luck drug
I'm a strung out fiend
The wind blows cold
The sun won't shine
I did it again
Jesus is cryin'

Sometimes I wonder with the coming of the blood red dawn
If no one's here to miss me, does it matter if I'm gone
When I feel like dying, it's your face I see
If anyone comes knocking you can blame it all on me

Jesus is cryin'
I can hear him scream
Freedom is a hard luck drug
I'm a strung out fiend
The wind blows cold
The sun won't shine
I did it again
Jesus is cryin'