Natty dread rides again We got something they could never take away Go there, dready, go there! Fire is burning Man, pull your own weight! Dready got a job to do And he's got to fulfill that mission To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah! But

Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down I hitched a ride, until the coast To leave behind, all of my ghosts Searching

And I won't be back till fall Oh see, see see rider Girl see, what you've done Oh, oh, oh see see rider See what you've done now You've gone away and left me, Lord, now and now the blues have come, oh yes, they do Oh, well I'm goin', goin' away baby Oh

Baby when the lights go out I hear you calling (I hear you calling) And I can't get away In spite of all the consequence In spite of all my pride In spite of little things you said That hide me deep inside I believe your love

Just to make you love me, love me, love me 'Cause I’m crazy about you There’s nothing that I won’t do Throw away my pride for you Just to make you love me, want me, trust me Baby, I know I’m not ashamed Just need you and I could care less If everyone

Horses and chariots (So when the) Time comes to bury us (Don't let the) Swallow our pride Together we must stay Drag our love away Our hearts will collide

This is where the cowboy rides away Setting on the things I wish I'd done I knew the stakes were high right from the start When she dealt the cards I dealt my heart Now I just found a game that I can't play And this is where the cowboy rides away And my

Spill out on the streets of stars And ride away Find out what you are Face to face Once you've had enough Don't forget to love 'Fore you're gone The open road, the path of greatness

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings

And we hide away, love the night away, And we run between the shadows and the light, Well we rifle through the night, Like riders on the run now, in the street-- Holding back the blinding light, 'cause a thousand eyes can be so indiscreet, We're children