The Passenger

It was [G]dark and I was drivin' down a [Em]loney Texas road
The [C]night was hot and [D]sleep pulled at my [Em]eyes
I was [G]thinkin' bout the wild [Em]times and the women that I'd had
The de[C]ceitful things I'd [D]done and those [Em]lies

[G]Standin' in the shadows by the [D]side of the road
Was a [C]figure of a withered old [Em]man
He [G]wore a black bandanna a [D]rolled brim Stetson hat
With a [C]two inch scarlet hat [Em]band

He [G]held his wrinkled hand up as a [Em]sign to shut her down
So I [C]pulled over and [D]stopped by his [Em]side
He [G]opened up the door slid [Em]in and sat down
He said [C]my [D]ain't it hot to[Em]night

I [G]studied this old man and it [D]seemed mighty strange
For [C]him to be out here all [Em]alone
[G]Then he started talkin' and he [D]told me many things
Of [C]times like both of us had [Em]known

He [G]told me of the wild life and the [Em]women that he'd had
How [C]none of them had [D]ever meant a [Em]thing
And he [G]told me of a black night [Em]much the same as this
Of the [C]strange and [D]awesome things he'd [Em]seen
[G]A man beside the road had raised his [D]hand
and flagged him down so he [C]stopped and let him [Em]in
That [G]stranger told him stories like [D]I am hearing now
Bout the [C]wild times and all the [Em]sin

Then the [G]car got cold and clammy and this [Em]old man looked at me
He said [C]boy I've [D]come here for [Em]you
Your [G]days of wicked sinnin' have [Em]come to an end
and as [C]mortal on this [D]earth boy you are [Em]through

Then his [G]eyes got red and fiery as he [D]took his Stetson off
To re[C]veal his evil horns shiny and [Em]black
My [G]God the fear came o'er me and my [D]senses were all lost
I [C]fought with him until we finally [Em]crashed

Next [G]day the car was found at the [Em]bottom of a draw
The young [C]cowboy was [D]found beside the [Em]wreck
His [G]car had been consumed by fire
but the cowboy had no [Em]marks
Except the [C]smokin' pitch fork [D]brand upon his [Em]neck

That's it! Have fun!