I hear y'all calling
shouting and bawling
it sounds like the cavalry
enjoying some revelry
but I'm in the Nations talking with Cochise
smoking the pipe
and taking some peace.

The buffalo don't know me
so it's easy to shoot them.
The army gave me the rifle and the
Cathedral went elsewhere.

I swear ya still call me even when
I am fallen,
washed with the gold dust in a thousand
pan handles.

I cain't hear ya
come closer
let me see the signature on your six-gun.
This river runs dry when it hits
on the border.