We can share the women, we can share the wine   We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine   Keep on rollin', just a mile to go   Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow      I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence   Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that heaven sent?   Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see   Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me      We used to play for silver, now we play for life   And one's for sport one's for blood at the point of a knife   And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall   There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all   Not with all      Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July   Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky   Catch the Detroit lightnin' out of Sante Fe   The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea      Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride   Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride   There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun   Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run      Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down   And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down   Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light   One man gone and another to go   My old buddy you're moving much too slow      We can share the women, we can share the wine