His last swig of whiskey,
he rolls his last cigarette
The law's catching up,
but they haven't caught him yet
Through the steep canyons
and the desert he'll run
A desperate outlaw tries to outrun the sun
A rider at the gates of dawn
Deep in his heart he knows
he's lived the wrong way
He fears the judgment and the
judgment is coming today
He knows too well this
could be his last song
His horse grown weary but he presses on
The rider at the gates of dawn
The rider at the gates of dawn
Somehow the legend lives on
The wind blows the tune of a
desperate man's song
An eerie melody of a light gone wrong
The rider at the gates of dawn
The rider at the gates of dawn
He'll try for the saddle,
he'll reach for the gun at his sight
With a sudden sharp pain,
he's reached the end of his ride.
A familiar old story,
a familiar sad song.
He begs forgiveness for the
things he's done wrong.
The rider at the gates of dawn
The rider at the gates of dawn
Somehow the legend lives on
The wind blows a tune of a
desperate man's song
An eerie melody of a life gone wrong
Somehow the legend lives on
The wind blows the tune of a
desperate man's song
An eerie melody of a life gone wrong
A writer at the gates of dawn
A writer at the gates of dawn
A writer at the gate, you know