I found a new saloon last night,
Pointed out an empty stool.
The old man just nodded,
I sat down and kept my cool.

I tried to keep my words short.
I wasn’t sitting next to no fool.
I drank my beer, made him laugh,
then asked for some advice.
I asked how he kept walking,
in his darkest lonely nights.

He said “I don’t know, and I ain’t been told,
but I say it each **** day,
If your gonna be an outlaw Son,
You better learn to make it pay…”