Through the mountains and the plains, where the wild rivers flow
There's a story 'bout a gang and a man named Arthur in the show
He roamed the lands so free, under vast and open skies
With a heart weighed down by conflicts, and the sorrow in his eyes
Roaming through the valleys, and the forests full of pine
Dodging lawmen, dealing justice, living life one drink at a time
He followed Dutch's vision, though the dream began to fade
In the dust of New Hanover, a lonesome serenade
Ride on, Arthur Morgan, with your six-shooters by your side
On your trusted steed named Silver, through the prairie where you ride
There's a light out in the distance, though the darkness always calls
You're a legend in the making, in these Red Dead outlaw halls
With a rifle on his shoulder and a tale behind each scar
He protected those he cared for but found redemption's road was far
From Saint Denis' bustling city to the cold in Ambarino
Arthur's path was marked by choices, and the burdens of the soul
Met a preacher and a widow, helped a brother find his way
Tried to be a better man before the end of day
With the weight of others' sins, bared upon his chest
He searched for grace and mercy in the unforgiving West
Ride on, Arthur Morgan, with your six-shooters by your side
On your trusted steed named Silver, through the prairie where you ride
There's a light out in the distance, though the darkness always calls
You're a legend in the making, in these Red Dead outlaw halls