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