nightfall hit us hard and the darkness complete we were ridin through the valley of death we were three men strong from the town of Abilene the smell of whiskey on our breath
the first man was a con who had cheated all his life the second was a fiend of no repent the third man was I who would murder for a price a trio you could bet was devil sent
chorus: we were bound for somewhere new to steal more lives riding on the midnight wind against a crooked sky
as we rode on through, the moonlight crept above nocturnal eyes watched all around we never rested once, we had no time to waste on the wings of greed we were bound
we laughed as we went, all the hell that we'd wrought on all those who got in our way not one hour before, we snuffed another life the blood still fresh upon our blades
the wind came from the west, it whipped from side to side a cloud of dust erupted to stop us in our tracks for a moment we were blind from the grit in our eyes but slowly it cleared as laughter filled the sky
and there before us stood a posse bathed in black their steeds nothing more than rotted bone their gaze was all afire and razor whips they cracked to shred the skin upon our backs
one of them spoke with the gravel in his voice [your reign of evil is done] [you may ride a crooked sky but death does too] [the blood on your hands is your own]
we were bound for somewhere new, condemned to ride forever in the afterlife against a crooked sky