The Rounder

Album: Wind to the West

The Rounder
(Tim Stafford-Wayne Taylor/Daniel House Music, BMI)

V1) Beneath a western sky on the way to Santa Fe
I met up with a rounder
claimed he rode with Jesse James
They robbed the Glendale Train

V2) As we crossed the Texas plains
not a blessed word was said
Till we reached Amarillo, then he raised his weary head
He said, "Son, I'll soon be dead"

V3) I have so much to tell you, but I'm left so little time
There's a place out in the Badlands
about a three day ride
It's not so hard to find

Br) Frank and Jesse holed up in a cave for forty days
Took all that they could carry, then hid the rest away
Frank grew tired of living like a dog out on the run
and Jesse soon fell victim to a blast from Bob Ford's gun
Now I'm the only one

V4) His voice it faltered there and he soon passed away
I laid him six feet under that hard West Texas clay
And then I rode away

V5) I found everything he told me near the place they call Red Cloud
With the gold I found a letter
when I read I cried out loud
It said, "Your momma would be proud"

alt V) Some men are born to freedom
While others come to fame
And some will leave with nothing but a marker and their name
In the end it's all the same

Album: Wind to the West

The Rounder
(Tim Stafford-Wayne Taylor/Daniel House Music, BMI)

V1) Beneath a western sky on the way to Santa Fe
I met up with a rounder
claimed he rode with Jesse James
They robbed the Glendale Train

V2) As we crossed the Texas plains
not a blessed word was said
Till we reached Amarillo, then he raised his weary head
He said, "Son, I'll soon be dead"

V3) I have so much to tell you, but I'm left so little time
There's a place out in the Badlands
about a three day ride
It's not so hard to find

Br) Frank and Jesse holed up in a cave for forty days
Took all that they could carry, then hid the rest away
Frank grew tired of living like a dog out on the run
and Jesse soon fell victim to a blast from Bob Ford's gun
Now I'm the only one

V4) His voice it faltered there and he soon passed away
I laid him six feet under that hard West Texas clay
And then I rode away

V5) I found everything he told me near the place they call Red Cloud
With the gold I found a letter
when I read I cried out loud
It said, "Your momma would be proud"

alt V) Some men are born to freedom
While others come to fame
And some will leave with nothing but a marker and their name
In the end it's all the same