Lyrics

Around two a.m. or so I am told
I picked up a rider on Whiskey Bottom Road
I drove her to the back woods
Where she said she stayed
and listened to her story along the way

Caught up in the chaos of the nineteen seventies
She gave the man her hand
and anything he pleased
Smoke swirled around the music,
Passion danced upon their bed
Recriminations flowed like wine, and the silence woke the dead

Oh, Desperate Rider,
Desperate Rider,
Hiding from the light
Oh, Desperate Rider,
Riding there beside her
Jealous of the night

Winter thawed, hearts grew cold
The ice became too thin
"One of us is gonna drown" she said
"It's either me or him"
"I took the last one on the chin,
then turned it on it's head.
I was halfway 'cross the Mackinac
before I realized he was dead"

Oh, Desperate Rider,
Desperate Rider,
Hiding from the light
Oh, Desperate Rider,
Riding there beside her
Jealous of the night

I don't recall that rider
on Whiskey Bottom Road,
her green eyes in the mirror or
the story that she told.
I do believe she loved him,
until the very end, and
I'll lay that devils bargain
upon my dying bed.

Oh, Desperate Rider,
Desperate Rider,
Hiding from the light
Oh, Desperate Rider,
Riding there beside her
Jealous of the night

Oh, Desperate Rider,
Desperate Rider,
She got into my head
Oh, Desperate
lying there beside her
on my dying bed.