I ride a mare with a neck of steel I pack a spare with a loaded wheel Shoes and tie made of rhino hide I keep an eye on the countryside I'm hunting - shooting - fishing Ahead of the pack I keep an eye over my shoulder But I never look back I carry cash buried in my boot I spit on thrash that I pass en route I pay each fine with a mental note I sign no line and decline to vote I'm hunting - shooting - fishing Ahead of the pack I keep an eye over my shoulder But I never look back I never look back I keep no files and no fixed abode I eat up miles on a twisted road I fight the sky with a lightning rod I'm riding high by the grace of God I know the names of the men and dives I've heard the claims of their tortured wives I've searched for clues caught 'em in the act They've blown a fuse when I've made contact I'm hunting - shooting - fishing Ahead of the pack I keep an eye over my shoulder But I never look back I never look back I never look back I never look back