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
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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