Faster, the strain showed across his face

Lightning flash accross the mountain top

The drenched rider continued his gruling pace

His mind was focused, there was no stop

The others were comming, steady in their chase

A stealer of hopes and dreams they had said

Thunder violently roared, his heart was racing

As a few lead mosquitos flew past his head

The bringers of his death, soon to be facing

I might swing for this, I should’ve stayed in bed

Just a little more, almost across the state line

It was a large bank, they won’t miss the money

More mosquitos, where did I put that prayer of mine

Almost have him boys, that guy thinks he’s funny

Got a new suit picked out for ya Bandit, a box made of pine

I should draw a line in the mud, and take the pain

A whistle blows, it’s old timer comming by at last

Faster boys, that varmint might head for the train

Yes, the train, I think I can reach it before it goes past

Made it, see ya losers, you should get out of the rain