Well, he rode into Blue Rock a dusty and tired And he got him a room for the night And he lay there in silence too much on his mind Still hopin' that he was not right But he found him that evening at a tavern in town In a quiet little hallway play And they smiled at each other when he walked through the door And they died with their smiles on their faces And they died with a smile on their face Don't cross him, don't boss him Cause he's wild in his sorrow And he's ridin' and hidin' his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again