Weathered Souls on the Cimarron

Dust settles on the interstate;

Between the pine and the wire;

I left my name at the border gate;

And my boots beside the fire;

Staring down a road that don't end;

Counting years in the red dirt;

Watching how the long shadows bend;

Across a lifetime of hurt;

Ain't no rest for a ghost;

Just a mile left to go;

Ain't no rest for a ghost;

On a trail only he could know;

High plains and the low light;

Running from the coming snow;

Ain't no rest for a ghost;

Just a mile left to go;

Whiskey tastes like a heavy dip;

When the bottle's gettin' thin;

The sun hasn't quite gone down yet;

But the cold is moving in;

I heard a hawk cry to the wind;

Like a woman I used to hold;

Every bridge I crossed had to bend;

Underneath a heart turned gold;

Ain't no rest for a ghost;

Just a mile left to go;

Ain't no rest for a ghost;

On a trail only he could know;

High plains and low life;

Running from the coming snow;

Ain't no rest for a ghost;

Just a mile left to go;

Maybe there's a place past the ridge;

Where the water runs clear and deep;

Where I don't have to pay for the bridge;

And I finally get some sleep;

Pay the rest for a ghost;

Just a mile left to go;

Ain't no rest for a ghost;

On a trail only he could know;

High plains and low light;

Running crumb becoming snow;

Ain't no rest for a ghost;

Just a mile left to go;

Just a mile left to go;

Down this empty road;

Just a mile left to go;

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah;