Time has taken everything he’s known
The women and the love and broken homes
That picket fence ain’t nothin’ but a dream he used to have
While ridin’ that old highway all alone
Just an outlaw with no way to go back home

From the edges of a life he never meant to know
He walks as tall as any lonesome stranger
As his long hair turns to gray the years will fade away
He lived as if there wasn’t any danger

He rode that ridged frame through the California rain
The bars were shoulder high against the wind 
Riding through the bends where the Ocean highway ends
With the rain dripping off his jacket fringe

Yet he still keeps on rollin’ down that wasted road to ruin
Wishin’ for a chance at one more try
That old outlaw rider still remains a fighting man
Fighting for a reason to survive
Fighting for some reason to survive