Was a wild black stallion
We caught near Durango
That little black beauty was fast as a gun

We set him to racing
The pride of the family
We bet all our money
We cried when he won

That man Mr. Watson
Don't take kind to losing
Accused us of stealing
He told the whole town

Then late in the night
He killed that old stallion
And left us a looking
For a new one to crown

Beyond the ridge
There's always a valley
With free roaming horses
That wait to be tamed

We thought it was over
But old Mr. Watson
Just couldn't seem
To let a sleeping dog lie

They shot down my brother
Arrested two others
Gave us no choice
But to fight for our lives

Oh, the years to follow
I'd wish them on no one
Shootouts and posses'
And life on the run

But along the way
I met your dear mother
Warm as the glow from the midsummer sun

Beyond the ridge
There's always a valley
With free roaming horses
That wait to be tamed

I killed my first man
And one led to another
A long line of killing that can't be undone

And along the way
I lost all my brothers
I'm the last one to die
The last on the run

Up here on the mountain
The posse pursuing
The lead from their bullets
The pain in my side

I might never meet you
So I wrote you this letter
It's looking like this could be
My final ride

Beyond the ridge
There's always a valley
With free roaming horses
That wait to be tamed

Be good on your word
Take care of your mother
And most of all son
Be proud of your name