Was a hell of a rainstorm
When he turned up one day
Seemed to blow in with the wind
From out Durango way
Old-fashioned cowboy
Carved a living from the land
Knew the streams and the mountain passes
Like the back of his hand
He could tame a wild horse
With a whistle and a wave
No stranger ever crossed him
For fear he'd put 'em in their grave
Born on a clap of thunder
Or so the legend goes
No one could claim to know
The kid from Durango
Had a way of rolling into town
Six shooter on his hip
Lonesomeness in his eyes
Blues dripping from his lips
Oh, how he did sing
And strum on that old guitar
Many tried to stay him
But none could chain his heart
Didn't want their money
Nor could love make him sway
To a hundred blushing belles
He was the one that got away
Born on a clap of thunder
Or so the legend goes
No one could claim to know
The kid from Durango
One day, early morning
Or was it cover of the night?
Lone coyote as a witness
O'er the horizon he did ride
No charcoal drew his likeness
Nobody ever caught his name
Was he a myth or a man?
One and the same
Born on a clap of thunder
Or so the legend goes
No one could claim to know
The kid from Durango