Give me my horse and throw me my hat See, I ain't never coming back These beat old boots and my 30-aught rifle You call it you call it regret I call it I call it I call it my reprisal for the dead And you can find me at the bottom of the river Wasting away, I'm coming home I've traveled so far I've lost my path Still not worth that shot in my head Skin so wet it fell from my bones You call it You call it pain I call it call it I call it all alone from the dead And you can find me at the bottom of the river Wasting away, I'm coming home Yeah, I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home tonight I'm coming home tonight I'm coming home tonight