Nobody smiling as we rode across the desert ground
One day seven miles out of freedom town
Six men we were following one
Buckskin rider with a murdering gun
Riding towards the hills as the sun started falling down

Can't stop
Covering ground
Ain't no stopping til we lay him down
One day soon he'll see
That there ain't nobody that's better than me

Next morning found a note that he left behind
Lost his trail in the holler and we lost some time
Could it be that he was desert wise
He left us water and some good advice
Awful kind for a man who was the killing type

Can't stop
Covering ground
Ain't no stopping til we lay him down
One day soon he'll see
That there ain't nobody that's better than me

Past the quarry and the mine, and the riverbend
We found him there at his home and he brought us in
He had a wife same name as mine
Was it just the wrong place wrong time
Sure didn't seem like a man who was the killing type