Broken Man

Lyrics
Well, he walked down to the station With a pistol in his hand The heat was rising off the desert sand And it scorched the barren land Well, he packed up his bags and he headed west With a dream in his pocket he would ride The heat was rising on the desert sand From the truth he could not hide Broken man, broken man With a pistol in his hand The heat was rising on the desert sand And it scorched the barren land Well, he walked out of the factory With a pay check in his hand The heat was rising off the city streets And it scorched his calloused hand As he headed home down this lonely street In this broken-down part of town He crossed over the dividing line And swore he'd never be found Broken man, broken man With a pay check in his hand The heat was rising off the city streets And it scorched his calloused hand Well, he walked out of his office With a briefcase in his hand His greed had turned to bitterness Like so many broken plans He grabbed his coat, left his resignation on the desk He didn't leave a forwarding address The heat was rising throughout the land And through the night he ran Broken man, broken man With a briefcase in his hand The heat was rising throughout the land And through the night he ran Broken man, broken man With a pistol in his hand The heat was rising throughout the land And through the night he ran
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Credits
- Writers
- Brian Setzer