Текст песни
(Will
Birch/Gordon
Russel)
I
ride
a
mare
with
a
neck
of
steel
I
pack
a
spare
with
a
loaded
wheel
Shoes
and
tie
made
of
rhino
hide
I
keep
an
eye
on
the
countryside
I′m
hunting
- shooting
- fishing
Ahead
of
the
pack
I
keep
an
eye
over
my
shoulder
But
I
never
look
back
I
carry
cash
buried
in
my
boot
I
spit
on
thrash
that
I
pass
en
route
I
pay
each
fine
with
a
mental
note
I
sign
no
line
and
decline
to
vote
I'm
hunting
- shooting
- fishing
Ahead
of
the
pack
I
keep
an
eye
over
my
shoulder
But
I
never
look
back
I
never
look
back
- Guitar
Solo
-
I
keep
no
files
and
no
fixed
abode
I
eat
up
miles
on
a
twisted
road
I
fight
the
sky
with
a
lightning
rod
I′m
riding
high
by
the
grace
of
God
I
know
the
names
of
the
men
and
dives
I've
heard
the
claims
of
their
tortured
wives
I've
searched
for
clues
caught
′em
in
the
act
They′ve
blown
a
fuse
when
I've
made
contact
I′m
hunting
- shooting
- fishing
Ahead
of
the
pack
I
keep
an
eye
over
my
shoulder
But
I
never
look
back
I
never
look
back
I
never
look
back
I
never
look
back
- Guitar
Outro
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