The Passenger Chris LeDoux

[Verse 1]
It was dark and I was driving down a lonely Texas road
The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes
I was thinking 'bout the wild times and the women that I'd had
The deceitful things I'd done and those lies
When standin' in the shadows by the side of the road
Was the figure of a withered old man
He wore a black bandana, a rolled-brim Stetson hat
With a two inch scarlet hat band

[Verse 2]
He held his wrinkled hand up as a sign to shut 'er down
So I pulled over and stopped by his side
He opened up the door, slid in and sat down
And said, "My, ain't it hot tonight?"
I studied this old man and it seemed mighty strange
For him to be out here all alone
And then he started talking and he told me many things
Of the times like both of us had known

[Verse 3]
He told me of the wild life and the women that he'd had
How none of them had ever meant a thing
And he told me of a black night much the same as this
Of the strange and awesome things he'd seen
A man beside the road had raised his hand
And flagged him down, so he stopped and let him in
That stranger told him stories like I am hearing now
'Bout the wild times and all the sin