Stamatis' choice 12/2/12

Lee Clayton - I Ride Alone

 from Naked Child LP (1979)

It’s another night in Los Angeles

My passport is restless in my boot

And my thoughts they take wings to wonder

Get up they say man vamoose

And I think about my thoughts of Paris

Of fine wine, women and precious things

And I think about my life on the midnight highway

The life of a renegade king

Twenty years they’ve called me a bandit

Twenty years I’ve been on the run

Twenty years defending my honor

Twenty years harming no one

And I ride

I ride alone, yes I ride, I ride alone

They say there goes a strange one

He sits back to the wall

Noticing conversation

And rarely speaking at all

And he rides, he rides alone

Yes he rides, he rides alone

It’s true I’m not much on talking

It’s true there’s not much I know

But one thing I’ve learned for certain

That you reap whatever you sow

And you ride, you ride alone

Yes you ride, you ride alone

There’s a hawk high in the heavens

A truly magnificent bird

He waits on wings of silver

To bring the glorious word

And he flies, he flies alone

Yes he flies, he flies alone