Daylight or midnight,
Red eyes and that old hat,
Whiskey-spent and busted flat,
And a credit to his faults.
He's a bad risk and a good friend,
He's small change and loose ends,
And the only regrets that he might've been
A little faster on the draw.
Hey, those old high ridin' heroes, they're anywhere the wind blows.
He's been to hell and Texas, and he knows how it feels
To be ridin' that hot streak, drunk on some back street,
Fallin' off the wagon, and under the wheels.
Time was, when he was king.
Now the rodeo's just an old man's dream,
The highs are few and far between,
The lows get the rest.
But these old hard times ain't nothin' new.
Once you've done the best you can do,
You just tip your hat to the wider blue,
Ride off to the West.
Hey, those old high ridin' heroes, they're anywhere the wind blows.
He's been to hell and Texas, and he knows how it feels
To be ridin' that hot streak, drunk on some back street,
Fallin' off the wagon, and under the wheels.