Writer: Coke Sams



Saddle up my pickup truck 

Say goodbye and wish me luck

Pass the word I'm riding out again



I gotta see that purple sage

I've got to roll with one more stage

Before this worn out western movie ends



Lord I used to ride so high

They wrote songs about me

But now the old man's home alone

They rode on without me



And now my six guns not so fast

I believe this trip might be my last

This Fadin' Renegade made his last stand



Hand me down my boots and spurs

Pray the weather don't get worse

Pass the word I've done the best I can



I gotta ride out one more last storm

I've got to rope one last longhorn

Before I turn my pony loose for good

Lord I used to think I'd ride 

Gods prairie all of my, my days

But now you can't ride anywhere

For the barb wire and the highways

And I'm a stranger in this time

My buckskin days are all behind

This Fadin' Renegade's made his last stand

This Fadin' Renegade's done all he can