I'm gonna take their money
I'm gonna take their life
I'm goin' out west, to California's way
They won't catch us babe, if we leave today
I've got a saddle full of gold
And a six-shooter on my hip
They'll never take me alive
And when I shoot I won't miss
Hear the buzzards cry
Sing on to the desert sky
Bodies all around me now
Hear the savages and their howl
They all surround me
Pistols drawn in hand
If it weren't for you woman
You know I would be a dead man