I turned down some old side road past a wasted country store
I watched the dust clouds rise behind my rusted flat bed's floor
And I wondered at the rearview mirror's face
It was my own from some strange memory place
I passed old man Riggley's salt box with its broken front porch swing
I passed a rusted Mustang feeding in the yard of Silvia King
I wondered at the nature of a man
As I raised some dust by Stephen Leon's land
Born to lead but bread to follow
There ain't no pride in a heart that's hollow
So you bow your head and accept your load
On the dead end trip you take down Riggley road
There was a busted paint can mailbox just as the bank man said
Two tire tracks made a driveway to an old pink Cadillac
It was raised up on Its side
As three small children ran to hide
They were covered in dust and barely dressed
But they knew I was the man who repossessed
I felt like the four horsemen all tangled into one
So, I climbed out of the truck's door and I left behind my gun
Is your Papa at home? but the words flew in the wind
That brought the dust of Riggley road sliding in
Born to lead but bread to follow
There ain't no pride in a heart that's hollow
So you bow your head and accept your load
On the dead end trip you take down Riggley road
I heard the snap of branches and I turned into the wind
James Kennedy came limping out from behind a willow limb
He was a sight to see, but the dust got in my eyes
And I heard a far off Great Horned Owl's cry
There was a shot gun leveled at me
And a grim look on the face of Kennedy
Tears cleared the dust from my eye
And it made the young man grin
"I know it ain't much" He cried 'but it's the home we're living in"
"I can't help my job, Jim, the bank told me that its theirs·
He shouted "F*ck the bank" and the barrels turned to flares
Born to lead but bread to follow
There ain't no pride in a heart that's hollow
So you bow your head and accept your load
On the dead end trip you take down Riggley road
The electric chair took that man to Jesus
I don't care there is no sin between us
Kennedy was a friend ya see
He died when he killed a part of me
And here I raise no dust as I go
I'm just a ghost who walks the edge of Riggley road