He used to be a roving cowboy
He used to he a rodeo cowhand
He tried to rob the Kansas Railway
Along with two other friends of mine
I said for God's sake please don't do that
They put it off for quite some time
Until the fourth of January
Such a cold and bitter time
Snow was drifting on the line
A mind confused is sometimes altered
That's what a friend of mine who knows once told me
Don't tell a madman with a shotgun
That he is not supposed to shoot no one
Foolishly heeding my own counsel
Too easily tired of the fight
They done the deed and was successful
And returned that very night
Looking the same around the eyes
Having recently found Jesus
I tried to speak to them, as friends should do
Of the eternal consequences
And about those hellfires that wait below
He used to he a rodeo cowhand
He tried to rob the Kansas Railway
Along with two other friends of mine
I said for God's sake please don't do that
They put it off for quite some time
Until the fourth of January
Such a cold and bitter time
Snow was drifting on the line
A mind confused is sometimes altered
That's what a friend of mine who knows once told me
Don't tell a madman with a shotgun
That he is not supposed to shoot no one
Foolishly heeding my own counsel
Too easily tired of the fight
They done the deed and was successful
And returned that very night
Looking the same around the eyes
Having recently found Jesus
I tried to speak to them, as friends should do
Of the eternal consequences
And about those hellfires that wait below
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