I left by the back door. With my wife's lover's smoking gun. I don't know what I was hoping for. I hit the road at a run. I was your lover. I was your man. There never was no other. I was your friend. Till we came along this road. Till we came along this road. Till we came along this road. I ain't sent you no letters Ma. But I'm looking quite a trip. The world spinning beneath me Ma. Guns blazing at my hip. You were my lover. You were my friend. There never was no other. On whom I could depend. Then we came along this road. We came along this road.