I seek the man who killed my friend and when we meet my life may end my life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the colt are king
I swore a vow on my dyin' breath to ride a trail that ends in death and death could strike with a frightening jolt of a lightning bolt in the land where the rope and the colt are king
But oh my darlin' if I should die there's not a soul who will ever know that I loved you so was the reason why
The days are dust and the nights are black but oh my darlin' if I get back I'll trade my gun for a weddin' ring and I'll turn my hand to the land where the rope and the colt.......are king