Yes Sir Noceur the outlaw

Feathers wrestling in the wind
Bloodshot eyes and broken skin
Riding west to hunt his prey
The arrow flies aimed at his throat
The arrow sings the dancing note
The arrow stops and down he goes
The arrow flies aimed at his throat
The arrow sings the dancing note
The arrow stops and down he goes
The arrow stops and down he goes
The outlaw rode and lost his way
Riding east he dug his grave
The tumbleweed just rolls away
The arrow flies aimed at his throat
The arrow sings the dancing note
The arrow stops and down he goes
Feathers blowing in the wind
Back to front his headdress sways
Oh, one nod, he's on his way
The arrow flies aimed at his throat
The arrow sings the dancing note
The arrow stops and down he goes
Native skin from western sun
Chose the bow and left the gun
Two man fight, the west has won
The arrow flies aimed at his throat
The arrow sings the dancing note
The arrow stops and down he goes