Cowboys In the Badlands

The red sun cuts the gray sky like a dull knife Morning, after fighting a long fireless night We need to get to the Hole in the Wall The Big Horn Mountains are cold in moonlight We robbed a bank a couple days ago A small dusty town in Johnson County Traveled in circles for hours on end Trying to elude the posse, looking for bounty Now at the edge of a long narrow canyon That leads to the Hole where we can hide Dust in the distance is moving towards us Time to saddle up, begin to ride We have one cause, to escape the law Many a time we've been shot and bled Rustling cattle and robbing banks our call If we're caught, we'll be hung or shot dead Tonight we'll find safety in the hidden cabin We'll rest with the money we just stole Drink some whiskey and play some cards Living life as an outlaw in this rocky hellhole