Not with all
Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go
There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that heaven sent?
Catch the Detroit lightnin' out of Sante Fe
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me
Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July
Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light
Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow
Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run
And one's for sport one's for blood at the point of a knife
One man gone and another to go
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall
And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down
We used to play for silver, now we play for life
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down
I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see
