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Down in old El Casa Rio was a sheriff feared by all. 
People swore an oath that he was seven feet tall.
One morning in the heat of 1863 on an August day, 
rode three bad men, who didn’t come to stay.

With money in their eyes and a bank across the street, 
these men came with only one thing to seek
About ten o’clock after the payroll come by; shots were fired as the banker fell on his face to die

Women screamed with horror as the guns blasted.
Two more died in the moments it lasted.
The bank is being robbed; the bank is being robbed; 
while two wives fell on their knees and sobbed.
Sherriff Bo Bradford grabbed his guns; deputy by his side. 
He watched the robbers taking their ride.

“Their getting away,” someone was heard to say. 
But Sherriff Bo Bradford said, “No my friend, not today.”
So many bad men he had chased down before. 
What was it for him to chase down just three more?

He saddled his ride and rode as fast as he could, 
yelling to the deputy, “ Get a posse if he would.”
The deputy cried for men to saddle up and let’s go. 
But, the Sherriff went on ahead this time we know.

These three bad men knew of the Sherriff and his pride. 
So, they set a trap, in the rocks they would hide.
The sun blistering down on the desert floor.
The light was so bright, The Sherriff could hardly see anymore

As he wipes the sweat from his face,
guns were fired as Sherriff Bo fell to the ground in this place.
Rocky Pass was the name where Sherriff Bo Bradford fell,
where the sun was so hot: A living hell

The Brothers gang laughed as they tore his badge from his chest,
proclaiming ,“ Ole Bo was one of the best.”
They rode for hours with the posse never seen, 
settling to count all the money that they gleaned.

Yet, back at Rocky Pass, the deputy’s posse arrived
and found Sherriff Bo in the place where he died.
By his body, a glittering was seen on the desert floor. 
It was the sheriff’s badge he would wear no more.

If only he had waited and on his posse he could depend.
He may have caught those three bad men.
Pride got the best of Sherriff Bo Bradford that day, 
and the Brothers gang went ahead on their way

He alone took to task to catch the brothers in head held pride; 
without any help, on that day, dead he lied.
The old saying still blazes the trail where Sherriff Bo died.
 Known to all as The Ballad of  Bradford’s Pride
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