(Take It From A) Ryeman

Take it from a ryeman, head held high and
I'm shaking nonetheless let me lie like a ryeman
Take it from a ryeman, gone goodbye and
I'll take it from his hide, take it ever loving pride man
Keeping up my place does nothing to erase the awful silence
And leveling me lane does nothing to contain these thoughts of violence
I know I'm getting on but hey I still ain't gone and ain't been this riled since
My pistol-packing pride and my pleasure seeking side were given license
Take it from a ryeman, dead man sigh and
I'm taken more or less, let me die like a ryeman
Take it from a ryeman high and wide and
I'll take it from his side, take his ever loving pride man
Having played it out, there's no one there to doubt, just empty offers
When Rome is all in flames, the Romans are the same, just empty coffers
But I can't smell the smoke so heavy I could choke, and learn to like it
And I s'pose I should say that there may come a day, I'll move to strike it
Take it from a blind, de-spirited ryeman
It took me from behind took my eyes like a hyland
Take it from a ryeman, a sure shot sideman
It took it from his eyes, took his ever loving pride man.