The horses needed water so bad they could hardly go on
Was a two week trail for the men, a hard time to go
There's a word goin' round of something precious to find
Some peace frome the law is what they all had in mind
They were riders on the trail with nothing to lose
Not a bank not a train not a drugstore that they robbed
Was a night at the saloon a senseless shooting they all were involved
Now the're on the run from the law on the way to Mexico
A bunch of men who did not choose the way that they're on
The mountains they passed were so high the desert so dry
They dream about that river they have to cross to be save
On night by the fire they heard something under the trees
Was the ranger who found them and brought the men down to their knees
They were brought back for hanging no one ever asked why
For the shooting at the Saloon they where all bound to die