Broken Man lyrics

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 barren 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 could not hide

Broken man, broken man
With a pistol in his hand
The heat was rising on the desert sand
And it scorched the barren land

Well, 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 calloused hand

As he headed home down this lonely street
In this 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 it scorched his calloused hand
Well, he walked out of his office
With a briefcase in his hand
His greed had 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