Far off in a distant land

A man lying dead in the sand

Lying by his side was a song

Written down on a parchment fair

Overgrown with ageing hair

You could see this man died alone



From riding shotgun on the 4.42



Repeat



Riding shotgun was his dream

But he's fallen dead it seems

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When the sun it got too hot

I was glad of what I'd got

Living on the food that I found

Twenty minutes left to go

Another town's in sight you know

Think I'll rest my boots while I can



Riding shotgun on the 4.42



Here comes Lucy Springer

You know that she's a ringer

She'll take you for a ride for awhile

You know that she looks fancy

Much more slick than Nancy

You know you'll have to pay for a smile



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I know that I ain't been mean

And I always kept my sixguns clean

And I feel I'm at the end of my road

I'll make way for someone new

Do you think it could be you

As I lie face down dead in the road



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