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