Ride On, Molina

I hear a train bearing down
She’s bound for some lonesome town
I feel a fever coming on
I feel a fever coming on
I’ll sing my western songs for you
Your heart is fire, my aim is true
I feel a fever coming on
I feel a fever coming on
The muse don’t care what chords you use
The time to burn is yours to choose
I feel a fever coming on
I feel a fever coming on