Chopper, six gun at his side
All he has to live for is an
Has he got a home or a family,
doesn't hold regular jobs
He's living off the land and the
Lawless rebel, outlaw renegade
Burning up miles of blacktop,
Here comes another one -horse town,
Only a few had to be put down and
days are all about the crank
His pockets are full to his money,
Lawless rebels, outlaw renegades
Sailing along on the open road,
by sundown he'll get paid
The wind whips through his hair
One place he does not care to go
Is a place called life in jail
clear through mirrors shows
The state trooper is on his tail
He's yosted out with a copper, and the
He's running low on bullets,
but the cop's got plenty more
He takes cover behind the fatball
tank's unscripted free pan head
But a round ricochets off the
S &S car and leaves him on the
The universal truth is that