Hey from a stranger feels like a whole f*cking job
I wanna blow up and act like I don't know no one
This city's dry the boys and I haven't blowed down in months
It looks good on my eyes but my livers looking pretty rough
I'm heading west
taking the 310 to yuma
And never looking back
for the gold rush
I'm Ben Wade with the aim and with the gang I just can't do no wrong
Throw shade on my name but at the end of the day it's my call
This city's mine the boys and I we've been scheming for months and
At midnight we ride Im praying I don't bite the dust we kick up up up
We're headed west
Taking the 310 to yuma
And never coming back
Oh I'm heading west
Oh I'm heading west
Oh I'm heading west
Oh I'm heading west
Oh I'm heading west
Oh I'm heading west