Blondie’s Last Ride
(ahhhh) Hoofprints in the dry clay,
wind blowing cold
Flat brim hat pulled down,
a story untold
Poncho draped heavy, cigar burning bright
He's riding through the shadows of the fading light
They call him Blondie,
the man with no name
A nameless horse, a lawless game
Outlaw hunter, chasing down the prize With the desert fire burning in
his eyes
Bounty in his pocket,
iron on his hip
No words spoken from his weathered lip
Drifting like a phantom
through the canyon breeze
Bringing every outlaw
down to their knees
They call him Blondie,
the man with no name
A nameless horse, a lawless game
Outlaw hunter, chasing down the prize With the desert fire burning in
his eyes (mmm-mmm-mmm)