Lonely Rider Lyrics

Don`t know too much, but one thing I´m sure of: A man ain`t nothing more than a man. A lonely rider playing his time out the best he can, the best he can. Too many choice, too sweetly tastin`. Play the cards as they fall. Next thing you know a man`s purpose gets wasted, as the wind blows that`s how the tree grows. No matter where he chooses to travel a lonely rider wakes every moan and knows that he must go where he`s guided. his fate was decided on the day he wos born.