Clint Hancock

Lyrics

I see riders in the sun
And it’s too late now to run
Get behind them rocks boy
And hand me daddy’s gun
Mother’s in the wagon
Sister’s in the ground
Somewhere in Oklahoma
The fevers brought her down

When you pull up roots
The tree don’t last for long
The wind erases footprints in the sand
And the closest that I’ve
Ever come to prayin’
Is under someone else’s heaven
With this rifle in my hand

Daddy’s out in Frisco
And he sent us all his pay
To come to California
And start a better way
Back home I dreamed of leavin’

As I walked behind my plow
But there’s nothing
That I would not give
If I could be there now

When you pull up roots
The tree don’t last for long
The wind erases footprints in the sand
And the closest that I’ve ever
Come to prayin’
Is under someone else’s heaven
With this rifle in my hand

When you pull up roots
The tree don’t last for long
The wind erases footprints in the sand
And the closest that I’ve ever
Come to prayin’ Lord
Is under someone else’s heaven
With this rifle in my hand

I see riders in the sun
And it’s too late