Monday, December 08, 2008

Ride like the wind

      
      Tom Tucker he was a bad man,
      He escaped from the Moss County Gaol.
      He stole a grey mare, and he hit the road hard
      With a posse of men on his trail.

      He came to the Montana mountains
      And it was the cold time of the year.
      "If there I do go, they will turn and ride home
      And a cowboy can just disappear."

            Ride, ride, ride like the wind!
            When it carves little roads in the snow
            Ride, ride
                  Gee up honey kick your heels
            All the way home


      Tom came to Barclay's farmstead
      And Barclay's young daughter lay sick.
      "If I don't get some medicines up to the farm
      I will bury my little girl quick.

      But it's 40 long miles into town there and back
      And every step drifting in snow.
      My good men said no, so I'm asking a bad one"
      And Tom says to Barclay: "I'll go."

            Ride, ride, ride like the wind!
            When it carves little roads in the snow
            Ride, ride
                  Gee up honey kick your heels
            All the way home


      Well 40 long miles into town there and back
      Tom Tucker's grey mare galloped free.
      As he stood at the pass and looked down on the farm
      He could see that they had company.

      As his mare leapt the fence the first bullet struck Tom
      And the second one laid him to rest.
      But Barclay's young daughter grew strong in the spring,
      From the medicines found in his vest.


            Ride, ride, ride like the wind!
            When it carves little roads in the snow
            Ride, ride
                  Gee up honey kick your heels
            All the way home

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