Bad Magick

Shooter Jennings · Electric Rodeo [2010]

The sun don't burn fast enough for me

In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean

Long and lonesome road, I've traveled to be free

And I carry no one and no one carries me



I sleep away the days and ride the night

To another lonely town and lonely night



Yeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands

To die another day in the broken promised land



Yeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun

To a life's some would call tragic

I was born unto the gun and I practice

Bad magick



The wind at my back, the desert at my feet

I know no love, my only friend is my steed

No one called family, my ties are severed clean

My mother is the mountain, my father is the stream



If you see me young lady, just turn and walk away

I'll be gone in the morn before you wake



Yeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands

To die another day in the broken promised land



Yeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun

To a life's some would call tragic

I was born unto the gun and I practice

Bad magick



Yeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands

To die another day in the broken promised land



Yeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun

To a life's some would call tragic

I was born unto the gun and I practice

Bad magick