Lost Rider

You rode out past the county line
One tail light and a pocket knife
Mud on your jeans, blood on your knuckles
Said you'd get back by sundown, I know
But the road got long and the moon got cold
I hear your name in the dry wind blows
Lost rider, come on home
Lost rider, don't ride alone
I keep you cold by the door
Lost rider, I can't wait no more
Lost
Rider, ooh, come on home lost