…Now he knows that its about faith, not about losers getting paid. Waiting for tomorrow. Counting his money, ready to play. Hoping that God will come and save. Waiting for tomorrow. It’s hot - he makes the moves of…

…riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry Yippie-yi-ay (yippie-yi-ay) Oh, yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-oh) Ghost riders in the sky [Solo by Reggie Young] Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred Their shirts…

…Embrace the fame, red squadron leader Call out his name, Rote Kampfflieger In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice Eighty allies paid the price And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's…

…train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealin′ cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keepin′ score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And…

…You all love you violent lives, you get to money of corruption, like in ivy times, you beat women to the beds, non is not no, you do what you please, you beat them in hotels, homes and cars, there is always present…

…I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of…