We dressed for style, and advantage,

but not like that,

Our sidearms swift, and deliberate

but not like that

 

They painted bad, and I broke bad,

Just not the way t’was told,

My cursive style, right-handed

Like my Long Colt

 

I never shot a man, di’n deserve it

I never wavered, was unswervin’

I worked for Tunstall

Rode the Hard Road

Made the wrong choice

.41 Colt

 

I turned my back,

He was a good friend,

Pat.

Billy.

Friendship died

 

Regulators,

Ride!