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 a rolling

Just a mile to go

Keep on rolling, my old buddy

You're moving much too slow

I just jumped the watchman

Right outside the fence

Took his ring, four bucks in change

It ain't that heaven sent

Hurts my ears to listen

Burns my eyes to see

Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon

Might as well be me

We used to play for silver

Now we play for life

One's for sport and one's for blood

At the point of a knife

Now the die is shaken

Now the die must fall

There ain't a winner in the game

You don't go home with all

Not with all

Leaving Texas

Fourth day of July

Sun so hot, clouds so low

The eagles filled the sky

Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe

Great Northern out of Cheyenne

From sea to shining sea

Gotta get to Tulsa

First train we can ride

Got to settle one old score

One small point of pride

Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon

We'll keep you from the sun

Ain't no bed will give us rest, man

You keep us on the run

Jack Straw from Wichita

Cut his buddy down

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