I haven't been here before
But I'm sure I'll be back
You know them Rattlers die
Backs toward the pavement
Face toward the sun

Hit him once
Hit him again
You are just an Indian
Living for White Man's copper spoon
Under his blood-splattered hammer

I'll be over the border
Give me five more hours
I'll be wiser
Don't brush my shoulder
...brother...

Roll on Golden Road
Roll on
Pressed against the side
Of my sweet Golden Road
Four wheels
And a van