| Tonight I’m gonna sleep in a good hotel |
| A nice warm bed, if all goes well |
| I’ve been out in the badlands, twenty one days |
| Tracking my bounty down |
| He was only a kid, maybe seventeen |
| But he traded love away for a streak of mean |
| Now he’s tied to my saddle, with his head hung low |
| Out on the Glory Road |
| So all you downtown ladies, won’t you |
| down |
| Got some gold in my saddle bags |
| I’d trade it for a smile |
| Let have dinner on the devil tonight |
| Tomorrow there’ll be hell to pay |
| Won’t you come along |
| I’ll be riding on |
| The Glory Road someday |
| Two men painted painted on a midnight sky |
| One slung low, the other riding high |
| I wonder if anybody knows just why |
| I had to shoot him down |
| And now I’d lay me down to rest |
| God bless the boy, my bullet in his chest |
| But you can’t bless me, 'cause I lost my soul |
| Out on the Glory Road |
| So all you downtown ladies, won’t you |
| down |
| Got some gold in my saddle bags |
| I’d trade it for a smile |
| Let have dinner on the devil tonight |
| Tomorrow there’ll be hell to pay |
| Won’t you come along |
| I’ll be riding on |
| The Glory Road someday |
| Won’t you come along |
| I’ll be riding on |
| The Glory Road someday |