You know what? I’m done, done, done.
Done like this land. This country stretched out before me. Barren and wasted and gray.
Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the old town the road.
The road my father showed me as a child. The road he showed me. Out there. In the gray and the cold.
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more.
We rode for days. My horse buckled and fell. Thirst and hunger. The boy and I felt it too.
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’. You can’t tell me nothin’.
It’s true. We refused to listen to those around us. We had our own ideas. Patience was a rare resource.
Ridin’ on a tractor. Lean all in my bladder.
Eventually we came across an old farm. The boy pissed against a tractor. I searched for supplies.
Cowboy hat from Gucci. Wrangler on my booty.
There were bodies in the cellar. We took their clothes. They were warm and did not have holes.
Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the old town the road. I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more.