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 baren 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 couldn't hide



Broken man

Broken man with a pistol in his hand

The heat was rising on the desert sand

And it scorched the baren land

When 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 careless hand

As he headed down his lonely streets

In his 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 he scorched is calloused hand

Well he walked down to the station

With a pistol in his hand

The heat was rising off the city streets

And it scorched his careless hand

Well he walked out of his office

With a briefcase in his hand

His greed has 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