When it's over they will say we two were bandits,
They will document our exploits in the press,
How we terrorized the ranches and the railroads,
How we menaced all the sheriffs in the west,
They will print our little pictures in the paper,
With a list of all our crimes and our arrests,
When it's over they will say we two were bandits,
And history, as they say, is the rest - we were the best
I hear a choir of dislocated women singing dirges for their daughters
Who had found themselves inside the county jail,
I can feel the precious metal of the barrel of your colt against my heart
'Cause when we argued you would sometimes pull a gun on me,
Then we'd think of something,
It was the rage of the game you were playing me,
I see this fire of all the things I'm losing spinning rubies from the saddlebag
I think that means I may be losing you,
And I know that I could take this in my stride if you were riding at my side
'Cause you'd be here and through the hoof-dust you would wink at me oh,
Then you'd think of something,
You were the brains of the gang and the bravery,
And I am afraid of the man who is chasing me.
I don't have a suggestion who these followers could be,
But every time I turn around they're gaining on me,
Lucy is exhausted, she's never seen the sea,
And I know she'd be delighted by your company,
Now she may not be the quickest horse that you will ever see,
And she caught a sock of buckshot back in 1933,
But she likes the smell of powder and she likes the smell of me,
She likes the lick of leather on her one, two, three -
Do you remember when we said we'd go to panama?
Well that seems somewhat improbable somehow,
Do you remember all the other things I'd promised you?
They're becoming rather difficult now,
This could be the song we said we'd write for you,
I could be those friends you never had,
'Cause there are many different kinds of criminal,
And there are many different kinds of Bad,
N.C.
I don't know if I can make it back this time,
You have always been the faster rider than me (6x)