Devil's Gate

The sun dies quick out on these plains
Smoke's blowing from this bronco's mouth
I grip the reigns
I'll get to Devil's Gate before I sleep tonight
I got to ride with all my might

This mochila I'm sworn to run
It's stuffed with letters, a bible and a gun
Strapped to my leg, a Bowie knife
I will defend this knapsack with my life

I glide along this trail like a falcon in the sky
I'll get this mail to California or I'll die
Over the mountains with all the speed that I possess
I carry the pride of the Pony Express

In this bag there's a letter the war's begun
The Union gave Ft. Sumter up
Confederates claim they've won
Gold from California will be the treasure that decides
This news will force them to take sides

I miss my darling Eleanor
She's back in Kansas bracing for a war
If I can keep on riding
And not end up lame or dead
I'll have enough saved up so we can finally wed

The Western Union line will be done before the snow
Then I'll make my way home to Eleanor
The storm that's coming
It's gonna rip this land apart
And change the life we knew before

I fear this horse is fading fast
It's still 15 miles to Devil's Gate
I pray she'll last
Last month they found a rider froze
This wind is cold can't feel my fingers or my toes

I see the top of Devil's Gate
I blow my horn to let Old Jim know not to wait
And to get that fire burning bright
A few hours sleep is all I'll see tonight

I glide along this trail like a falcon in the sky
I'll get this mail to California or I'll die
Over the mountains with all the speed that I possess
I carry the pride of the Pony Express
I carry the pride of the Pony Express



Credits
Writer(s): Neale Eckstein
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