The Rider
Words and Music By Patrick Harnish
The snow it keeps a-falling.
The old ghosts keep a-callin’.
It’s the ones I met and hurt
Along my way.
The angels keep ascending.
Devils keep defending
The things I’ve said and done
Along my way.
Son, I know I’ve lost name.
Yes I know I’ve lost my name.
Gravediggers keep a-digging.
Preachers keep forgiving.
The men like me they met
Along their way.
I’ve seen my father swinging.
From gallows he was screamin’
Don’t do the things I did
Along my Way.
My father lost his name.
Son that’s how we lost our names.
Yes my father lost his name.
Son that’s how we lost our names..
(His hats’ as black as the horse he rides
And his heart don’t come much darker dyed.)
My mother she was pleading
As Daddy he was leaving.
We were just a moment
On his way.
Time has come to teach me
Those who beat and cheat me
Have a rider comin’
On their way.
And his hats’ as black as the horse he rides.
His heart don’t come much darker dyed.
That rider has no name.
That rider has no name.
Yeah!
My father has no name.
Son I know I’ve lost my name.
My father has no name.
Son I know I’ve lost my name.