The Ballad of Arkansas Dave Rudebaugh

My daddy was an outlaw, mom died giving birth to me
They both left me all alone when I was on bended knee
If you don't like my story, I suggest you turn the page
I don't need no preachin', I ain't got no soul to save

My name is Arkansas Dave Rudebaugh, this here is Tennessee Jack
Don't you give us any lip now boy or today will be your last
When the bank was dry, we said goodbye, walked out to the street
Where a cloud of bullets came a-thundering down and took Tennessee to his knees

I stood there and watched him bleeding like a fool out in the rain
Didn't have time to think when I jumped through the bank's front windowpane
Well, I grabbed the teller in a blink of an eye, put a colt up to his head
Said, careful son, don't try to run, or tomorrow you'll wake up dead

Yelled me, I've got to fly just like an eagle, free like a bird upon the wind
Hell fire and brimstone, well, they are coming down on me
Mister, I was born of sin

Well, I sat down in the corner and rolled a little home-grown
Said, if I'm gonna die today, I sure as hell, ain't goin' alone
Well, I ran out the bank a-shooting, I was two for two at first
'Til I felt the painful sound as a bullet tore my shirt

Yelled me, I've got to fly just like an eagle, free like a bird upon the wind
Hell fire and brimstone, well, they are coming down on me
Mister, I was born of sin

Well, I crawled back to the alley way where I knew my horse was tied
And that's where all the legends say Arkansas Dave Rudebaugh died
But I was in a place so far from there, in a time so long ago
In the arms of a pretty little señorita on the Gulf of Mexico

Yelled me, I've got to fly just like an eagle, free like a bird upon the wind
Hell fire and brimstone, well, they are coming down on me
Mister, I was born of sin
I was born of sin