The Last Stone Rider

The Last Stone Rider

Call my brothers

I will be there

Call my mother

To offer up a prayer

I hear the ricochet

Shot gun blast

We are the five

Before the mast

Down in the shallows

Like cool sugar cane

I want for nothing

Nothing to gain

She has the power

Of a mystical rod

She has a cross

We were on fire for God

I'm a last stone rider

And I wear this thorny crown

I have an English style of speaking

And I sleep where these boots come down

So love is called this dying breed

Estelle fills my every need

She's the last man standing

Solid as a rock

Dust and ashes

Breeding stock

I have a power

That is rare

I'll twirl my fingers

Round your honey hair

Round 'em up

Cut 'em down

I got my feet

On the ground

Hey, hey, alright

Fire me up

Come on

Fire me up now

Fire me up

I'm a last stone rider

And I wear this thorny crown

I have an English style of speaking

And I sleep where these boots come down