[Verse] Moon hangs low over the prairie light, Cowboy boots kickin' up the dirt just right, Dusty roads echo his lonesome tune, He's a rebel ridin' past the high noon. [Verse 2] Midnight roars with the motor's might, Bar's full of whispers ‘bout the outlaw's fight, Lost love buried in the grittin' sand, Heartbreak's a shadow in a tireless land. [Chorus] Whiskey and dust, dreams turned to rust, Livin' on the edge, trustin' the unjust, With a six-string salvation, and a cold iron hand, He's walkin' to freedom on the outlaw's land.