Fadin' Renegade

Writer: Coke Sams Saddle up my pickup truck Say goodbye and wish me luck Pass the word I'm riding out again I gotta see that purple sage I've got to roll with one more stage Before this worn out western movie ends Lord I used to ride so high They wrote songs about me But now the old man's home alone They rode on without me And now my six guns not so fast I believe this trip might be my last This Fadin' Renegade made his last stand Hand me down my boots and spurs Pray the weather don't get worse Pass the word I've done the best I can I gotta ride out one more last storm I've got to rope one last longhorn Before I turn my pony loose for good Lord I used to think I'd ride Gods prairie all of my, my days But now you can't ride anywhere For the barb wire and the highways And I'm a stranger in this time My buckskin days are all behind This Fadin' Renegade's made his last stand This Fadin' Renegade's done all he can --- Fadin' Renegade - Doug Supernaw