In a smoky haze, where the shadows play,
He walks alone, through the night and day.
People see him, think he's strange,
But they don't know his heart's in chains.

He's a lonesome rider, with a heavy load,
On a winding path, a long dark road.
They call him odd, they call him strange,
But deep inside, he's full of pain.

Lost his love in the dead of night,
Fought his demons, never won the fight.
Eyes like mirrors, show the scars,
Of battles fought, beneath the stars.

He's a lonesome rider, with a heavy load,
On a winding path, a long dark road.
They call him odd, they call him strange,
But deep inside, he's full of pain.

Guitar wails, like a mournful cry,
Echoes of sorrow, in the sky.
Whiskey and smoke, his only friends,
Trying to find a way to mend.

He's a lonesome rider, with a heavy load,
On a winding path, a long dark road.
They call him odd, they call him strange,
But deep inside, he's full of pain.