He sold off the horses to some guy in Arizona
Whitey and me couldn’t get them back ‘cause we were flat broke
I hated him for what he’d done to us but I knew he was in a bad way
I heard he ended in Douglas holed up in the Gadsden Hotel
And shot all that money away
He fell apart in his underwear, in the lobby
Crying for his sister who hadn’t been alive for years
Don’t ride him down, don’t ride him down
Never seen the reason why to kick someone who’s so torn up inside
Whitey and me got on with a ranch but the place folded and we never got paid
We ran into him outside of Winnemucca when we were all down to moving hay
He broke down crying about what he’d done to us
Said he carried it around like a growing weight
He had a tattoo on his hand that read “I stole more than I ever gave”
He was drunk in the morning, left us his watch, some drink-tokes, and then walked off the job and drifted away
Don’t ride him down, don’t ride him down
Never seen the reason why to kick someone who’s so torn up inside
Don’t ride him down, His name don’t mean nothing now
Never seen the reason why to kick someone who’s so torn up inside

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