i've held a whirlwind in my hand
whiskey has washed away the sand
gamblers who cheated and sheriffs who lied
the last thing they saw from the death that they died
that's what i'm worth dead or alive
ten men rode up not one survived
they got my name on the telegraph wire
dead men's faces and a gun that's for hire
gamblers who cheated and sheriffs who lied
the last thing they saw from the death that they died
i'm riding south to the mexico line
posse behind me and they're making good time
to reach for quick fame with a gun at their side
i'm talking about my smokin' 45