McTeague rode hard across the valley of death Down from Frisco, with no time to rest Six pounds of gold, all strapped to the side Papers called her the dead lottery bride, alright
The hunter saw the men all passing around A picture of the killer who might be in town He said, “I know that man, ya, I know him real well, His name is McTeague & I’m gonna send him to hell”
Day rider Day rider, what's the price to kill?
The canteen was dry and the air was thick His horse was acting crazy and started to kick He rode it hard for the Mexico line But out in Death Valley, well there’s no place to hide
“Hands up!” he said and put a gun in his back "Turn round slow, hand me the gold in that sack" His horse half dead McTeague had nothin’ to lose He swung 'round hard, kicked up sand with his shoes
Day rider Day rider, what's the price to kill?
The gun misfired and they started to fight. Both men were weak, but McTeague had the height. They fell to the ground, then the hunter was dead. It’s said that Mcteague then shot himself in the head.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
