Rick Marshall - Legend of the West Lyrics

I'm a rambler getting older
All my tricks are spent
I ain't lived in one place
More than a fortnight I suspect
For I've been out lawless
For most of my days
Drinking and fighting
Was my only way
So If you saw me coming man
You'd likely cross the street
I was that miserable Son of a Bitch
You'd never want to meet
When you're living by the gun
The nights can be so cold
Trading bullets for gold
When you're always on the run
Was it worth your soul
For diamonds and Gold
A Rustler and a Robber
Who wanted the good life
Quick with a pistol
And I was easy with a knife
I had a knack for making money
That cost many a man his life
But somehow I'm still standing
The last of my kind
For It makes no rhyme or reason
Who makes it to the end
Whether you are righteous
Or a wanted man
When you're living by the gun
The nights can be so cold
Trading bullets for gold
When you're always on the run
Was it worth your soul
For diamonds and Gold
So I decided to live each day
As if it was my last
Always just passing through
And never looking back
So I keep on riding
Waiting for that day
That someone finally tracks me down
And puts me in my grave
So If you're looking down at me
There'll be few words to say
Just a miserable Son of a Bitch
Lying in his grave
When you're living by the gun
The nights can be so cold
Trading bullets for gold
When you're always on the run
Was it worth your soul
For diamonds and Gold
Goodbye to all the women
Goodbye to all the pain
Goodbye to all those lonely nights
The snow and the rain
Goodbye