Well he walked down to the satation With a pistol in his hand The heat was rising off the city streets And be scorched is calloused hand
Well he grabbed his coat and he headed west With a dream in his pocket he would ride The heat was riding off the country sands From the truth he couldn't hide
Broken man Broken man with a banjo in his hand The heat was rising off the country sands And through the night it rained
When he walked out of the factory With a toll box in his hand The heat was rising off the city streets And he scorched his calloused hand
As he wandered down his lonely streets In his broken down part of town He crossed over the dividing line And swore he'd never be found
Broken man Broken man with a pistol in his hand The heat was rising off the city streets And he scorched his calloused hand
Well he walked down to the station With a pistol in his hands The heat was rising off the country side And he scorched his calloused hand
Well he brabbed his coat Left his resignation on the desk He didn't even leave a forwarding address The heat was rising throughout the land And through the night it rained
Broken man Broken man with a pistol in his hand The heat was rising throughout the land Through the night it rained
