He was black as the sky on a moonless night
He was good with horses he never reined em too tight
He rode with the best hell he rode with me
and they got it all wrong in that book of history
It wasn't cowboys and ponies it was horses and men
It wasn't school boys and Ladies it was cowtowns and sin
and there was blood on the leather and tears in her eyes
we swore at the devil and went for a ride
We told some tales he told em best