Ridin` against the wind in east New Mexico
His skin is dry and worn as the Texas plains
He`s headed where the air is thinand the cold blue northers blow
Up throw the raton pass but he`ll have to beat the early snow.
The winter of `64 was a great many years ago
When a young man went away for the rebel cause
And he was branded by the war and the only life he`d know
Was lookin` over his shoulder saddle bound and layin` low.
Now there`s a man on the goodnight loving
Like too many other men out on the trail
Who found the hard way when the pushing comes to shoving
He`d go six feet under before he`d go to jail.
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Now there`s a place just north of here where they say the outlaws go
Where a man can leave his name and past behind
And every now and then you`ll hear he`s gone the way of the buffalo
And that he finally made the pass but he didn`t beat the early snow.
Now there`s a man on the goodnight loving
Like too many other men out on the trail
Who found the hard way when the pushing comes to shoving
He`d go six feet under before he`d go to jail.