I was riding all the rails
And the seven seas I'd sail
I was even flying through the skies
I felt like I was out on bail
From Folsom County Jail
And I never asked a single why

For my horses were of whiskey
And of cocaine my ships
And the devil was the wind beneath my wings 
Always funny, sometimes risky
But I never felt the whip
And I never heard the mission bells ring

Never thought of good luck fadin'
I forgot someone was waiting
Up in heaven, not up in the skies
Never felt no hesitating
Never thought of contemplating
And I never asked a single why

For my horses were of whiskey...