How many times do we hear of the past
of cowboys and outlaws that rode hard and fast
Of a time when a man had to live by the gun
and sleep on the hard ground when his day was done
The outlaw lived by the speed of his draw
while sheriff’s posses tried to even the score
Another bank robbed and another man dead
another dollar added to the price on his head
He spent his days always on the run
never stopping to rest or cool off his gun
From bank job to train, he hit hard and fast
but the luck of his draw could not last
One day, a young man, so daring and bold
will draw on the outlaw and make his gun cold
They will call him the hero with a cool steady hand
they’ll honor him with cheers and a big brass band
But the curse of the gun will soon take its toll
and a taste for the fast life will make his heart cold
He will rob and kill and run for his life
and never know what it is like to take on a wife
But another young man with a Colt for a gun
will put him to rest under the hot Texas sun
His time at end, but his gun will remain
passed from outlaw to outlaw til there is none left to stain.