Riding through the desert sand
With a rifle in your hand
You're about to rob the morning train
The moment is gettin' near
Better don't show any fear
The thoughts are boilin' in your brain


You can hear the whistle blow
Now its time to do your show
The train comes rollin' down the track
Here's the time 'n place
You better hide your face
At this moment. There aint no turnin' back


Your camrades are next to you
So now tell them what to do
With a rock you forced that train to stop
Under the morning sun
You do what must be done
You shout as your rifle gives a shot


The engine drivers blood
Turns the sand into mud
The last time he was standin' in your way
You grab the wagons load
Bags of silver, bags of gold
You laughin' now, this is you lucky day

Under a midday sun
Through the desert on the run
The Sheriff is behind you on your trail
He's closin' in on you
What are you gonna do
Its time to act or else you end up in jail



With such a heavy load
So much silver so much gold
Impossible for you to runaway
Now its time to choose
All the bouty you will lose
Seems there'll be no more luck for you today


With an empty plate
While the hour's gettin' late
By the fire with soiled water in your cup
The sheriff and his men
Are now visible again
You're surrounded no choice but givin' up

No silver 'n no gold
A fortune left unfold
Through town with your hands and feet well tied
Locked up in a cell
Hard times I can tell
In a week they're about to hang you high