Play that tune again my brother, sing that song again
Let us swing and do that thing 'cause we're the most wanted men
Rewind your brain and you will see the scenes of fame and pride
The banks we robbed, the trains we stopped, the gold we put aside
Do you see the wondering women, do you see their kids
I never understood their grooms, they flew, we never skipped
We were praised, we were in Heaven, felt close to the devil
Our attitude was rude and mean, we felt like tragic rebels
Our ranch was made of golden nuggets, the roof of buffalo skin
The hats we wore were Stetsons, a hundred XXs on the rim
Two black studs, the best in town, with horseshoes out of gold
Branded with our famous symbol - two guns in a rope
It's all over - the morning sun will never rise again
Going nowhere - 'cause tomorrow we will be hanged
The last big thing we ever planned led us through Sonora Desert
The vultures' dancing shades showed us that there was real hazard
We were trapped and put to jail, deceived by jealous women
Now in handcuffs, chained and wired by the handsome hangman
It's all over - the morning sun will never rise again
Going nowhere - 'cause tomorrow we will be hanged
Hank!