Across the plain flew the lone grey rider   Leather bang pounding on his back   Above the clouds the moon was climbing higher   A pack of wolves wanted their money back      With folded arms the chief stood watching   Painted braves slipped down the hill   In his ears the spirit talking   As they closed in   For an easy kill      At the house the door was wide open   Wind blew curtains off the rod   She was waiting and hoping   She was praying to her god      He was luckier than most men   He was barely in his prime   As she stood their in the doorway   Her long dress flowing   Would he make it this time      [solo]      Over the hill in the big green country   That's the place where the cancer cowboy rides   Pure as the driven snow before it got him   Sometimes I feel like he's all right      Sometimes I feel like a piece of paper   Sometimes I feel like my own name   Sometimes I feel different later   Sometimes I feel   I feel just the same      [solo]