The coach whip's a'crakin'
The wooden wheels are trackin'
The hoofbeats follow
Through the hollow again
Extra words here not lyrics
Not anything to read
The stallions runnin'
The driver's gunnin'
The passengers
Are prayin' words for sins
The carriage crashes in a ravine
They get the cash and get away clean
Sometimes movies
Aren't what they seem
A baby cries to empty skies
Cause in the book everybody dies
I'm riding, I'm running
The lawmen are coming
For the man in black yeah yeah yeah yeah