Skint Eastwood

Rides into town on his
Bike a sound follows
The pedal creak bust
West Lincoln, Skint Eastwood

Rides on his own
Tinny for the road, he's like
An offy bandit
Won't pay but, he'll have it

Rides into town on his
Bike a sound follows
The pedal creak bust
West Lincoln, Skint Eastwood

Moves up the hill
Sees a city still, he's a
Ranger in all black
Snapback for a cowboy hat

Low as the light
That boy will ride through
Loners don't lie
That boy will ride soon

Rides into town on his
Bike a sound follows
The pedal creak bust
West Lincoln, Skint Eastwood

Smokes in the night
Blows a ring, the light ripples
Billy the kid's fears
Watch them as they disappear

Hates when he's home he don't
Like it at all no his
Parents have a fall out, he
Feels at fault somehow

Hates how he feels stuck
Ya feeling lucky punk?
Pressure in his head space
Has stopped him thinking straight

Low as the light
That boy will ride through
Loners don't lie
That boy will ride soon
Low as the light
That boy will ride through
Loners don't lie
That boy will ride soon

But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy
But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy
But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy
But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy
But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy
But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy
But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy
But just remember to pick your hat up Cowboy

Rides into town on his
Bike a sound follows
The pedal creak bust
West Lincoln, Skint Eastwood