We robbed a local store in Tlingit,
a small town that didn't have a bank.
They had a sheriff who didn't take to outlaws,
and he was much more determined than you'd think.
Sleeping there for about six hours,
how much longer can my little pony last?
The Rio Grande is our only hope of freedom.
Running from Tlingit and an outlaw's path,
if we make it to that Mexican border,
tonight we might get a good night's sleep.
But if that sheriff captures us,
Frank, we're out of luck.
The world is swinging from a cottonwood tree.
I sure wish we were still in Oklahoma.
That's as close to heaven as we've been.
Frank, will it end in this desert?
A few miles short of the Rio Grande.
If we make it to that Mexican border,
tonight we might get a good night's sleep.
But if that sheriff captures us,
Frank,
we're out of luck.
The world is swinging from a cottonwood tree.
The world is swinging from a cottonwood tree.