Lyrics:

Ride this train to any little trail in the West
You may find me riding alone late at night. My poor old horse don't understand why I ride at night and sleep in the daytime, or why we ride into the bushes and hide every time I hear a noise. Well, that's all I've done for months now, running and hiding
You see, my name is John Wesley Hardin. No, I'm not proud of the name anymore. They say I've killed forty men. They tell a lot of different stories about me. Of course, I guess I'm to blame for a lot of it. I killed the first time when I was 15 to save my life, but then, I had to do it again. Then, every bum in the country that was fast with the gun started looking for me. They called me 'The Fastest Gun Alive' and I guess I was fast or I wouldn't be alive now. I got to where I couldn't walk down a street or in a saloon without some trigger-happy cowpoke wanting to prove he could outdraw old John Wesley Hardin. Maybe I got a little bitter and didn't care whether I killed or not for a while, and I never quite forgot when the authorities in Huntsville prison dragged me out in the snow naked and horsewhipped me
Well, that's why I'm riding at night. I want to go where no one has ever seen me, where I won't even have to wear a gun. Maybe I can settle down in a quiet, little town somewhere. Even get a job on the right side of the law. Who knows? Maybe in a new town, the people will let me forget

I ride an old Paint, he's on the weary side
And I am a saddle tramp about to cross the Great Divide
Where there's grass in the Coulees and water in the drawl
And the forty-pound saddle won't make us both raw

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waiting at the big ranch house door

I can't help but missing the daughters that I had
One went to Denver, the other went bad
My young wife died in a poolroom fight
But I try to keep singing from morning till night

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waiting at the big ranch house door

Whenever I die, take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on Snuffy, lead him out of the stall
Throw me on his back and turn him toward the West
He knows how to take me to the spot I love best

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waiting at the big ranch house door