The Legend of Nedward Jones

In the Heart of New Austin, a Legend did rise
Nedward Jones, with a spark in his eyes
The Last True Outlaw, they whispered his name
In the wild, rugged lands, where justice was tame

With a band of regulators, the Jeffersons, they rode
Through dust storms and gun smoke, on trails untrode
Robbed and shot, they said, against the law's might
Yet for the weak and oppressed, they'd stand and fight

In the Heart of New Austin, a Legend did rise
Nedward Jones, with a spark in his eyes
The Last True Outlaw, they whispered his name
In the wild, rugged lands, where justice was tame

With a band of regulators, the Jeffersons, they rode
Through dust storms and gun smoke, on trails untrode
Robbed and shot, they said, against the law's might
Yet for the weak and oppressed, they'd stand and fight

In the County of New Austin, where shadows loom tall
Nedward was a beacon, amidst the outlaws' brawl
With failings and flaws, yet loyalty true
To his friends, the Jeffersons, his steadfast crew

But Fate is fickle, unforgiving as time
And Blackwater town, Ned swung for his crime
The Reaper stood by with scythe held high
To claim the Last True Outlaw, beneath the Western sky

Yet in tales and in whispers, his legend lives on
In the hearts of the weak, in the land's rugged art
The Last True Outlaw still plays his part
So raise a glass to Nedward, in the twilight's gleam

For he'll forever be part of the New Austin dream
In the annals of time, where legends abide
The Last True Outlaw, Nedward Jones, does ride!
The Last True Outlaw, Nedward Jones, does ride!