Alejandro Preschel - Low Hanging Rider Lyrics

Cigarettes and cocaine, long nights out on the town
He's a sinner, a damn near killer
God save his soul
He screams at the mirror, all the way to high hell
He totes guns and smokes grass, and howls like a dog at the moon
He's a low hanging rider
He sleeps with the rising sun
Oh, he's a low hanging rider
Lord, forgive him, for things that he's done
He ain't called his mama, in damn near two years
Cause he's ashamed, so ashamed, of what he's become
Even sinners, even killers, cry sometimes too
Breaking down, when no one's around, they find the boy within
He's a low hanging rider
He sleeps with the rising sun
He's a low hanging rider
Lord, forgive him, for things that he's done