Cold Nights Lyrics

Just a-pull onto the highway, from the last road out of town,
Got some whiskey in the glovebox, line 'em up and shoot 'em down.
Oh I never saw him coming, rounder searching for a fight,
And I left him cold and lonely, dying in the morning light.

In the cold night's darkness,
In the long days of blue,
I can't shake that sinking feeling,
What's a dying man to do?

Now the road lies out before me, like some scene out of a dream,
And the mountains, plains, and prairies all look the same to me.
For I rolled out of North Dakota, rolled in dawn in Abilene,
Still don't know quite where I'm going, down the highway hardens(?) me

In the cold night's darkness,
In the long days of blue,
I can't shake that sinking feeling,
What's a dying man to do?

So this is the last story, let it be my final ride,
I'll be gone and sure forgotten, with a six-gun by my side.
Out along the dusty roadside, down the rocks, and to the sea,
No one's found that rusted six-gun or the tired remains of me.

In the cold night's darkness,
In the long days of blue,
I can't shake that sinking feeling,
What's a dying man to do?