Old Tom Horn
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Now back in old Wyoming many long years ago
When there was no law and order 'round to regulate the show
Them old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on their hands
Tryin' to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off their land
Now old Tom Horn came a-ridin' up one day
Gonna lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way
Well, he took his .44-.40 out and cleaned it up right well
Then he rode off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells
Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
If you rode the Larame Valley by either day or night
You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle sights
He laid out in the bushes and the rustler come around
Then he'll spill the boy with a single shot and chamber one more round
Now the rustlers tried to stop him, but they found there was no way
He could pick them off from a mountain side, a half mile away
They ran him down the border, but they never touched his hide
He just slipped across to his hide-out on the Colorado side
Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
Then one day young Willie Nickle was out a-ridin' around
A .44-.40 shot rang out and laid the poor boy down
Well, it was only 14 years since that little kid was born
And they said it looked like the doings of that lonesome Tom Horn
So the cattlemen went and strung him up with a length of fresh snipped rope
But his ghost still hangs out in the hills and spooks the Antelope
Now all the rustlers hatred and all the cattlemens fears
Have kept ol' Tom Horn alive through all the changin' years
Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
When there was no law and order 'round to regulate the show
Them old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on their hands
Tryin' to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off their land
Now old Tom Horn came a-ridin' up one day
Gonna lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way
Well, he took his .44-.40 out and cleaned it up right well
Then he rode off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells
Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
If you rode the Larame Valley by either day or night
You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle sights
He laid out in the bushes and the rustler come around
Then he'll spill the boy with a single shot and chamber one more round
Now the rustlers tried to stop him, but they found there was no way
He could pick them off from a mountain side, a half mile away
They ran him down the border, but they never touched his hide
He just slipped across to his hide-out on the Colorado side
Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
Then one day young Willie Nickle was out a-ridin' around
A .44-.40 shot rang out and laid the poor boy down
Well, it was only 14 years since that little kid was born
And they said it looked like the doings of that lonesome Tom Horn
So the cattlemen went and strung him up with a length of fresh snipped rope
But his ghost still hangs out in the hills and spooks the Antelope
Now all the rustlers hatred and all the cattlemens fears
Have kept ol' Tom Horn alive through all the changin' years
Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.37] Now back in old Wyoming many long years ago
[00:10.45] When there was no law and order 'round to regulate the show
[00:14.99] Them old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on their hands
[00:19.88] Tryin' to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off their land
[00:25.23] Now old Tom Horn came a-ridin' up one day
[00:29.66] Gonna lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way
[00:33.90] Well, he took his .44-.40 out and cleaned it up right well
[00:38.17] Then he rode off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells
[00:44.18] Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
[00:49.41] Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
[00:53.37] There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
[00:56.60] But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
[01:02.55] If you rode the Larame Valley by either day or night
[01:06.84] You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle sights
[01:11.26] He laid out in the bushes and the rustler come around
[01:15.37] Then he'll spill the boy with a single shot and chamber one more round
[01:21.17] Now the rustlers tried to stop him, but they found there was no way
[01:25.44] He could pick them off from a mountain side, a half mile away
[01:29.87] They ran him down the border, but they never touched his hide
[01:33.87] He just slipped across to his hide-out on the Colorado side
[01:39.98] Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
[01:45.13] Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
[01:49.23] There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
[01:52.48] But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
[01:58.66] Then one day young Willie Nickle was out a-ridin' around
[02:02.92] A .44-.40 shot rang out and laid the poor boy down
[02:07.57] Well, it was only 14 years since that little kid was born
[02:12.52] And they said it looked like the doings of that lonesome Tom Horn
[02:18.36] So the cattlemen went and strung him up with a length of fresh snipped rope
[02:22.70] But his ghost still hangs out in the hills and spooks the Antelope
[02:27.27] Now all the rustlers hatred and all the cattlemens fears
[02:31.64] Have kept ol' Tom Horn alive through all the changin' years
[02:37.96] Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
[02:43.06] Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
[02:47.21] There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
[02:50.49] But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
[02:54.57]
[00:10.45] When there was no law and order 'round to regulate the show
[00:14.99] Them old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on their hands
[00:19.88] Tryin' to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off their land
[00:25.23] Now old Tom Horn came a-ridin' up one day
[00:29.66] Gonna lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way
[00:33.90] Well, he took his .44-.40 out and cleaned it up right well
[00:38.17] Then he rode off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells
[00:44.18] Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
[00:49.41] Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
[00:53.37] There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
[00:56.60] But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
[01:02.55] If you rode the Larame Valley by either day or night
[01:06.84] You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle sights
[01:11.26] He laid out in the bushes and the rustler come around
[01:15.37] Then he'll spill the boy with a single shot and chamber one more round
[01:21.17] Now the rustlers tried to stop him, but they found there was no way
[01:25.44] He could pick them off from a mountain side, a half mile away
[01:29.87] They ran him down the border, but they never touched his hide
[01:33.87] He just slipped across to his hide-out on the Colorado side
[01:39.98] Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
[01:45.13] Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
[01:49.23] There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
[01:52.48] But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
[01:58.66] Then one day young Willie Nickle was out a-ridin' around
[02:02.92] A .44-.40 shot rang out and laid the poor boy down
[02:07.57] Well, it was only 14 years since that little kid was born
[02:12.52] And they said it looked like the doings of that lonesome Tom Horn
[02:18.36] So the cattlemen went and strung him up with a length of fresh snipped rope
[02:22.70] But his ghost still hangs out in the hills and spooks the Antelope
[02:27.27] Now all the rustlers hatred and all the cattlemens fears
[02:31.64] Have kept ol' Tom Horn alive through all the changin' years
[02:37.96] Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side
[02:43.06] Through the hills of Wyoming, he would ride
[02:47.21] There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
[02:50.49] But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hills
[02:54.57]