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.