Hot leather, mojave sun,|Off the grid, and on the run|Steel horses, chopping road|A midnight rider |Is comin' through||Hot leather, mojave sun,|Off the grid, and on the run|Steel horses, chopping road|A midnight rider |Is comin' through||A little high, a little low|A little too much, then a little more||I'm a bad man|Yes I am||A preacher' son, a tainted soul|I'd go to hell for rock n roll|A lost boy, he found God|Out on the highway|Paint in the sky||A little too fast, a little too loud,|A little to big for this small town||I'm a bad man|Yes I am||I ramble on, into the sun|Just my guitar, my bike and my guns|Never knowing, where I land|Wherever I go, |Well that's where I am||A little high, a little low|A little too much, then a little more||I'm a bad man|Yes I am!|