So we went down to have a few in the old run down saloon
And we came out with a plan or two, with nothing else to lose
I told the boys, "Here, take it out or never let them loose
So kiss your wife, and grab your knife, 'cause we've got work to do"
I used to be a workin' man, I toiled the soil and dirt
And my father was the bettin' type, he had a funny way with words
He told me, "Son, it's not the gun, it's the one that draws it first"
I told him, "Pa', let's break the law, it's time to get to work"
So we travelled south, we're Tulsa bound, we're about a mile out
When we heard a sound, I said aloud, "Boys, we're ridin' out"
We did the job, we hurried off, we were quick to get away
So now the job is don't get caught and watch every word you say
We were on the run for a couple months, 'til the law finally came
They said, "You're through, your time is due, and we know all of your names"
There was four of us and eight of them, they thought they'd won the game
But pa had taught me how to draw since I was only eight
As they're bleedin' out, they scream and shout, "Goddamn, they got away"
And that is how you would go about robbin' an old freight train
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