My sister’s first born, he was a cowboy
a horseman, he was quick at the draw
He insisted that he come with me
could be dangerous on so long a haul
It was June, we left Pueblo
headed down Odessa way
Robbed a store in Alamosa
both happy to make a payday
Hightailed it down the Rio Grande
in Santa Fe we stopped for the night
Out came the cards, out came the whiskey
for gamblers and rounders alike
You know Davey, he’s a lucky one
and round and round the aces came
Another man, he got saltly
and my deal may have been to blame
Man across, he pulled a pistol
I shot him down with his cards in his hands
Shot two more, he grabbed the money
and out the backdoor we ran
As time goes on we hope our offspring
prove better men than the men that come before
As a man, as an outlaw
Davey was better than I could ignore
He thought first to grab the money
shot me dead by the side of the road
Made it down to Mexicali
He’s living now with that lot of bloody gold

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