This is the hour of the savage guns

Beyond the pale and beyond the sun

Ganged up with Jesse by the mating call of gold

Side by side fighting not changing the course



The code of law in the hand of the one

Who drags you to the hagning tree

Bloodhounds in the hands of those

Who will have to bleed



Hanging judge

He is the law

Hanging judge

You are in his claws

Hanging judge

The trapdoor will fall

Hanging judge



Bullets for breakfast and dust to breathe

To be on the point to strike down all the wimps

Killing the riders of the whistling pine

By each wardrum beat someone will die



The wild bunch riding wings of hawks

Red painted deserts where you broke the law

Your facedown life ain't so much of a pity

Against the fools and against the glory