Old Tom Hom

Now back in old Wyoming many long years ago



When there was no law and order round to regulate the show



Those old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on their hands



Trying to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off their land



Now old Tom Horn came a riding up one day



Gonna lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way



Well he took his 44-40 out and cleaned it up right well



Then he rode off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells



Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side through the hills

of Wyoming he would ride



There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed



But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill



If you rode the Larame Valley by either day or night



You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle sights



He laid out in the bushes and the rustler come around



Then he'll spill the boy with a single shot and chamber one more round



Now the rustlers tried to stop him but they found there was no way



He could pick them off from a mountain side a half mile away



Well they ran him down the border but they never touched his hide



He just slipped across to his hide out on the Colorado side



Old Tom Horn with a rifle...



Then one day young Willie Nickle was out a ridin' around



A 44-40 shot rang out and laid the poor boy down



Well it was only fourteen years since that little kid was born



And they said it looked like the doing's of that lonesome Tom Horn



So the cattlemen went and strung him up with a length of fresh snipped rope



But his ghost still hangs out in the hills and spooks the Antelope



Now all the rustlers hatred and all the cattlemen's fears



Have keep all Tom Horn alive through all the changing years



Old Tom Horn with a rifle...