the hangman's water is often sweeter 

on these western roads 

know the heat of their travelers 

that go down(go down) 

and backs know the saddles 

and boots know the heels 

my eyes know the blinder is black(x2) 

mouth knows the bit and the brassy taste of it 

it's more than my companion should allow(x2) 

right now(x2) 

there's nothing my equal, right now(x3)