()west of El Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the ()trail to Mexico. There?s a new made widow cryin? and a ()hurse a-rollin? slow, And I ()gain. ()through the Joshua Trees, A young man in the saddle with his ()coat tails in the breeze. Got a six gun on his right hip and a ()rifle at his knee, And he?s ()win. CHORUS ()only twenty-one, Pat Garrett?s got your name on every ()bullet in his gun. Each notch you carved on your six-gun?s got a ()bloody tale to tell Well, you?re a mile ahead of Garrett and a ()hell. ()women in your bed, Can?t take away the faces of the ()men that you left dead. As you ride across the badlands with a ()price upon your head, ()turn. ()biggest in the land, And there ain?t a lot of people left who ()wanna call your hand. And I guess you?ll go down shootin? just ()like all brand of men, And when you ()burned. CHORUS x 2