Cowboys With Engines Lyrics

By the diamond in the lane

There's a crimson red stain

(marks the spot where a poor soul fell)

A handiwork of the devil

And it's just one of several

Tombstones on the freeway through hell

Oh, Cowboys with Engines

Strike Fear in their minions

No they'll stop at nothin

To protect their dominions

With the bullets to back up

Outrageous opinions

It's best that you run son

From Cowboys with Engines

No don't lift a finger

Insult a gunslinger

And he'll show you exactly who's boss

Say a prayer for the old folks

Tailgaters and slow pokes

Whose path they just happen to cross

Oh, Cowboys with Engines

Strike Fear in their minions

No they'll stop at nothin

To protect their dominions

With the bullets to back up

Outrageous opinions

It's best that you run son

From Cowboys with Engines

In the new old wild west

Outlaws still possess

Those hair-trigger fingers

Cold hearts of unrest

So don't throw down a challenge

It could mean your death

And the law can do little

But clean up the mess

Some commuters have sworn

In the hours before dawn

If you happen to be driving alone

A light fog will reveal

The dead at the wheel

Driving ghost cars to families back home

Oh, cowboys with engines

Strike fear in their minions

No they'll stop at nothin

To protect their dominions

With the bullets to back up

Outrageous opinions

It's best that you run son

From Cowboys with Engines

It's best that you run son

From Cowboys with Engines