Well, for too long now, I've been at this camp They're riding like hell through the wind And they're ramblin' bankers Yeah, and pullin' my car My lungs are choked up with the dust that they roll Since Frank's been gone, it's a heavy load And my bones are broken And my body's all scarred I need one more shot just to roll time Well, one last time Well, one more hit oughta do it And then I'll quit while I can . . . Now, who's that a-knockin' on my back door? It looks like Bobby Charlie Ford How you doin', boys? Why don't you come on in? Hell, I ain't even wearin' a guard And I haven't done that in so damn long It feels good, boys Yeah, to have you around I need one more shot just to roll time Well, one last time Well, one more hit oughta do it And then I'll quit while I can . . . I'm fixin' to find me a little farm Move my wife and my children out of harm and danger And then I'll settle down I ain't seen a friend in so damn long This life I lead, it leaves me on my own I'm finna lay it low But I'm gettin' restless again I need one more shot just to roll time Well, one last time Well, one more hit oughta do it And then I'll quit while I can Gimme, gimme, gimme Well, one more shot just to roll time Well, one last time Well, one more hit oughta do it And then I'll quit while I can . . . . . .