Hybris - From Dusty Patures To Savoir-vivre: Beanie Begins (feat. The Kids of Saint Blaise) Lyrics

Ride 'em high, ride 'em low
Ride 'em high, ride 'em low
On a road to nowhere, where the memories blend
Moonshine and heifers and a whiskey in my hand
I'm a lonesome bison, roaming the wild and the free
Chasing love and wisdom on this endless journey
Through grit and dust, he keeps moving on
With his axe and scars, till the break of dawn
Ride 'em high, ride 'em low
Ride 'em high, ride 'em low
Ride 'em high, ride 'em low
Ride 'em high, ride 'em low
I bought me a big old limousine
With wings in the back and a broken windscreen
But it's driving me down this old road of mine
Towards the mountains and the smell of moonshine
Now I am sitting in a bar with a bunch of friends
Where the whiskey flows and the drinking never ends
Of women I had a few, though they will never ever last
Am I the only man to wait while I'm still looking through the glass
I bet, Betty was really nice but she was never a pretty looker
And Dolly she made me wish of wanting to rent an old fat hooker
My black top has fewer quirks than both of them
What's more they never sounded so bittersweet
And in the end it's grit and dust that covers your hoofs
You just keep on walking, walking along to the beat
Through grit and dust, he keeps moving on
With his axe and scars, till the break of dawn
Ride 'em high, ride 'em low
Ride 'em high, ride 'em low
Ride 'em high, ride 'em low