A solitary coyote calls out to the western moon

I'm riding south toward Texas... been high-tailing since high noon

My saddle-bronc's grown weary but I dare not chance to rest

The sheriff and his posse are hell-bent on my arrest

I've stalked the scene of tragedy too many times before

Been called out by some tinhorn dude convinced he'd beat my draw

But when the smoke had settled his spilt blood soaked down the dirt

And I was fleeing from the law... a bull's-eye on my shirt

I've left a hundred widows in a hundred one-horse towns

I've made a hundred getaways and never been tracked down

My reputation's traveled... I'm a marked man in these parts

I've been called The Devil's Horseman on the Trail of Broken Hearts

I wish I had a different tale of life that I could spin

'Cause eating dust out on this trail is bound to do me in

A man can only run so long before he'll die of thirst

He'll ride to town to drink one down and get dragged out feet first

I've left a hundred widows in a hundred one-horse towns

I've made a hundred getaways and never been tracked down

My reputation's traveled... I'm a marked man in these parts

I've been called The Devil's Horseman on the Trail of Broken Hearts

One day the ground will guard me from the icy winter's chill

This one-time best will come to rest six feet beneath Boot Hill

I've lived each day the only way my lot in life allowed

I'm singing my own epitaph of which I'm not too proud

I've left a hundred widows in a hundred one-horse towns

I've made a hundred getaways and never been tracked down

My reputation's traveled... I'm a marked man in these parts

I've been called The Devil's Horseman on the Trail of Broken Hearts