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Somewhere, he lost it in a turn Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove First come, first served, he's serving it back He travels light, without a pack, without love He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Late for the hangin', yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high Leather 'cross his thighs Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Late for the hangin', yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high Blind to himself and he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger, the city is relieved Vision of light, child of the night passing by Blind to himself and he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger, the city is relieved Vision of light, child of the night passing by Leather 'cross his thigh Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Late for the hangin', yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high