Almost seems like yesterday,
That I rode into town,
With only a few coins in my satch,
And my trusty horse Broken Crown,

The freedom and opportunity,
That comes with first arrival,
Would soon be washed away,
By the means of survival,

Soon without options,
With nowhere to turn,
I had to find something,
Someway to earn,

While sitting with a scotch,
At the Broken Spoke saloon one day,
I overheard a man speaking,
About travelling by train,

With no second thoughts,
Got my revolver and mask,
I robbed my first train,
Then filled up my sash,

It was only supposed to be one,
No hurting and no pain,
But when money come easily,
Something changes the brain,

Before long it was daily,
Stage coaches or trains nothing was safe,
I became a wanted man,
Southwest Sentinel front page,

Moving only by moonlight,
Had to leave this place fast,
Robbing trains would have to cease,
I had to bury the cash,

Carefully Ill leave, sunrise tomorrow,
Not to be spotted or Ill be on the wire,
While sleeping soundly up in the hills,
Awaken by a gun barrel, flickering by campfire,

"This is our man" the marshall did say,
As they stood me up, I was flushed by relief,
"We knew we would find you",
"Now this town can have peace",

I said nothing,
My freedom was gone,
Death from the gallows,
Tomorrow at dawn,

Standing there as a man,
My eyes fixed on the crowd,
It all seemed so quiet,
As the rope I was bound,

With a sturdy quick pull,
I soon felt the wrath,
Its funny we forget,
The force gravity has,

Slowly fading to black,
It all slipped away,
That money still hid,
Up in them hills to this day...