Rick Landers

Lyrics

The Vagabond
(c) Rick Landers 2026 (5/6/26)

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Am
You think that I’m half crazy

F Am
‘Cuz I’m still way down there


You think that I’m half crazy

F Am
‘Cuz I don’t seem to care

G D
Well I tried to make that fortune wheel

Am
Spin my way
G D
And I tried to fix the dealer’s hand

Am
My first mistake a gambler's tell

F Am
Caught skimmin' from the deck


I drew my six gun, held them off

F Am
Shot two men, how they bled

G D Am
You think that I’m half crazy


C F
Maybe I talk too much

C F
Maybe I don’t say enough

C F Am
I reach out for your empty hands

C F
Honey baby, I’ll be true

C F
There’s nothing more I’d rather do
C F Am
Than hide away far from these Badlands

E7
And the long arm of the law man

Am E7 Am E7 Am
In your precious hands

Am
Surrounded by a shaken mob

F Am
I turned to hit the trail

A vagabond from job to job
F A
Bucking broncs and splitting rails

G C. D
And you think that I’m half crazy

(Instrumental break) C F C F C F CF E7

F C
You said that you still love me

F C
Though we’re so many miles away

F C
No heavenly redemption
E Am E7 Am Am E7 Am
‘Til I’m in my grave

Am
I search behind your vacant eyes

F Am
Where love once was is gone

The pain much more than I can take
F Am
I must be moving on

G D Am
And you think that I’m half crazy

C F
Maybe I talk too much

C F
Maybe I don’t say enough

C F Am
I reach out for your empty hands

C F
Honey baby, I’ll be true

C F
There’s nothing more I’d rather do

C F Am
Than hide away far from these Badlands
E7
And the long arm of the law man

Am. E7 Am
In your precious hands

Am
We use to love each other

F Am
In unsuspecting ways

Now I’m on the highway

F Am
And I live from day to day

G D Am
And you think that I’m half crazy (mmmm)

Am
You think that I’m half crazy
F Am
‘Cuz I’m still way down there


You think that I’m half crazy

F
‘Cuz I don’t seem to care

G D
Well I tried to make that fortune wheel

Am
Spin my way

G D
And I tried to fix the dealer’s hand

C F
Maybe I talk too much

C F
Maybe love’s not tough enough

C F Am
I reach out for your love’s shifting sands

C F
Honey baby, I’ll be true

C F
There’s nothing more I’d rather do

C F Am
To lived with love far from these Badlands
F
And the long arm of the law man

Am. E7 Am E7 Am
In your precious hands

C F C F C F C F E7 Am