I seek the man who killed my friend
And when we meet my life may end
My life depends upon my gun
And my gun spells hope
In the land where the rope and the colt are king
I swore a vow on my dyin' breath
To ride a trail that ends in death
And death could strike
With a frightening jolt of a lightning bolt
In the land where the rope and the colt are king
But oh my darlin' if I should die
There’s not a soul who will ever know that I loved you so was the reason why
The days are dust and the nights are black
But oh my darlin' if I get back
I’ll trade my gun for a weddin' ring and I’ll turn my hand
To the land where the rope and the colt are king