| I’m never going back to Mustang Ridge | 
| If I ever make it out alive | 
| If you don’t see me by the rising sun | 
| You’ll know I had to take the dive | 
| When the hounds are running down Oso Creek | 
| Like Arabs on the track | 
| I’ll be halfway across the southern horn | 
| Too late for turning back | 
| And if I die tonight on the Hays Street Bridge | 
| I ain’t never going back to Mustang Ridge | 
| I got my knee on the wheel and I’m feeling free | 
| With my hobnail on the gas | 
| I just crossed over the county line | 
| Tryin' to make it up to Wild Rose Pass | 
| Now the radio’s saying all hell broke loose | 
| This morning at the Lockhart Jail | 
| Now I’m flying like an angel on a dead man’s run | 
| I got the devil riding on my tail | 
| (Yeah I do) | 
| Never going back to Mustang Ridge | 
| If I ever make it out alive | 
| If you don’t see me by the rising sun | 
| You’ll know I had to take the dive | 
| When the hounds are running down Oso Creek | 
| Like Arabs on the track | 
| I’ll be halfway across the southern horn | 
| Too late for turning back | 
| And if I die tonight on the Hays Street Bridge | 
| I’m never going back to Mustang Ridge | 
| Did you hear they found an old burnt-out car | 
| Up in the Davis Hills? | 
| And the Sheriff said on the evening news | 
| «Nobody found, but they’re looking still» | 
| Now a woman’s life ain’t just a list | 
| Of the worst things she has done | 
| I leave you now with a heart of stone | 
| Sometimes the past is hard to outrun | 
| Never going back to Mustang Ridge | 
| If I ever make it out alive | 
| If you don’t see me by the rising sun | 
| You’ll know I had to take the dive | 
| When the hounds are running down Oso Creek | 
| Like Arabs on the track | 
| I’ll be halfway across the southern horn | 
| Too late for turning back | 
| And if I die tonight on the Hays Street Bridge | 
| I’m never going back to Mustang Ridge | 
| And if I die tonight on the Hays Street Bridge, oh Lord | 
| I’m never going back to Mustang Ridge | 
| Never going back to Mustang Ridge | 
| I ain’t never going back to Mustang Ridge, no |