His gun barrel's hotter As Missouri gets colder Protecting the man with the world on his shoulders His long hair like midnight But sorrow's turned it grey The eagle has flown but the raven remains One soul tormented One wild heart rent His temper grows sharp as Indian flint An angel when he's smilin', and a devil when he ain't Sometimes a sinner, but always a Saint Now Porter, can you help me Four riders have taken My only 30 cows, winter's coming, we won't make it A ghost in the saddle Disappears in the night He'll pick up the hoof prints in the mornings first light He rides in one week later With four horses and my cows Porter's my sword of reckoning now Yeah, Porter's my sword of reckoning now An angel when he's smilin', and a devil when he ain't Sometimes a sinner, but always a Saint