A man lying dead in the sand
Lying by his side was a song
Written down on a parchment fair
Overgrown with ageing hair
You could see this man died alone
From riding shotgun on the 4.42
Repeat
Riding shotgun was his dream
But hes fallen dead it seems
Riding shotgun on the 4.42
When the sun it got too hot
I was glad of what Id got
Living on the food that I found
Twenty minutes left to go
Another towns in sight you know
Think Ill rest my boots while I can
Riding shotgun on the 4.42
Here comes lucy springer
You know that shes a ringer
Shell take you for a ride for awhile
You know that she looks fancy
Much more slick than nancy
You know youll have to pay for a smile
Riding shotgun on the 4.42
I know that I aint been mean
And I always kept my sixguns clean
And I feel Im at the end of my road
Ill make way for someone new
Do you think it could be you
As I lie face down dead in the road
Riding shotgun on the 4.42