The Passenger Cifras para ukulele

The Passenger
By Chris LeDoux
 
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It was dark and I was drivin' down a loney Texas road
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The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes
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I was thinkin' bout the wild times and the women that I'd had
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The deceitful things I'd done and those lies
 
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Standin' in the shadows by the side of the road
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Was a figure of a withered old man
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He wore a black bandanna a rolled brim Stetson hat 
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With a two inch scarlet hat band
 
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He held his wrinkled hand up as a sign to shut her down
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So I pulled over and stopped by his side
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He opened up the door slid in and sat down
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He said my ain't it hot tonight
 
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I studied this old man and it seemed mighty strange
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For him to be out here all alone
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Then he started talkin' and he told me many things
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Of times like both of us had known
 
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He told me of the wild life and the women that he'd had
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How none of them had ever meant a thing
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And he told me of a black night much the same as this
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Of the strange and awesome things he'd seen
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A man beside the road had raised his hand
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and flagged him down so he stopped and let him in
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That stranger told him stories like I am hearing now
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Bout the wild times and all the sin
 
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Then the car got cold and clammy and this old man looked at me
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He said boy I've come here for you
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Your days of wicked sinnin' have come to an end
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and as mortal on this earth boy you are through
 
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Then his eyes got red and fiery as he took his Stetson off
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To reveal his evil horns shiny and black
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My God the fear came o'er me and my senses were all lost
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I fought with him until we finally crashed
 
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Next day the car was found at the bottom of a draw
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The young cowboy was found beside the wreck
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His car had been consumed by fire 
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but the cowboy had no marks
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Except the smokin' pitch fork brand upon his neck
 
 
That's it! Have fun!
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