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Old Tom Horn
(Bob Frank)

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


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




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