A. Gurvitz)



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

Riding shotgun on the 4.42



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



Riding shotgun on the 4.42



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



Riding shotgun on the 4.42

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