The story
He keeps riding even when the road goes quiet.
He wears the word like a second skin, but the song leaves him alone with the miles, the dust, and whatever he refuses to put down. The guitar stays steady while he keeps moving forward, all hat, grit, and open sky, until the freedom starts to look a lot like being unable to stop.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.