Jack Straw

We can share the women, we can share the wine

We can share what we got of yours

'Cause we done shared all of mine

Keep on rollin', just a mile to go

Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow

I just jumped the watchman right outside the fence

Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that heaven sent?

Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see

Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me

We used to play for silver, now we play for life

And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife

And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall

There ain't a winner in the game

He don't go home with all, not with all

Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July

Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky

Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Santa Fe

The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea

Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride

Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride

There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon

Will keep him from the sun

Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run

Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down

And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down

Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light

One man gone and another to go

My old buddy, you're moving much too slow

We can share the women, we can share the wine