Take the blackbird to the badlands of Mexico Sell them horses all for gold Out in them hills they'll go oil legged And blind they'll never catch you so I'm told When you get *slip twisting cup and a Lip full* there ain't but one way to go All them thirsty blood seekers and dirty Head hunters out on that snakey stretch of road So call your possee tell them bring their pistols both guns a blazin Down that mountain side coming both Guns a blazing down that mountain side Well if they ever catch me I'll be lights Out swinging, swingin high from a tall oak tree Oh I'm too young to die here got this spade Horse in the south with my coat tail in the breeze Well folklore said that I live ... Some say they burn it down and the stories spread like wild fire from Town to town but the truth is here Between my ears up where the angels fly They say hero's get remembered and legends never die So call your possee tell em bring their pistols both guns a blazin Down that mountain side comin both Guns a blazin down that mountain side So call your possee tell em bring their pistols both guns a blazin Down that mountain side comin both Guns a blazin down that mountain side