He rode a pale white horse across the Rio Grande

Had himself a Mauser slung across his back

He never double crossed no one in this lonesome world

Let me tell you the story of a man who kept his word

His mama told him"Son don't you go into that town""My heart is telling me something bad will go down"

He kissed her on the forehead and said he would return

But that would be the first time he'd tell a lie to her

There's always dusk before the dawn

Lord guide my hand and make my shot be true

There's always rise after the fall

I'm a keep my word to you

He met up with his buddy at the ol' town saloon

Offered him a drink but he felt it was to soon

He heard his mama's voice ringing in his head

Gave him a warning that he may soon be dead

He locked eyes with a rival entering that ol' saloon

Had a couple words then agreed to have a duel

But he felt a stinging in his back then turned and saw his friend

Who drove in a dagger seven inches in

There's always dusk before the dawn

Lord guide my hand and make my shot be true

There's always rise after the fall

I'm a keep my word to you

They left him there for dead on that fateful night

But he willed himself to live just to get back in the fight

They left him with his pale horse with a Mauser on it's back

Patched up all his wounds then started on the track

He caught up to those snakes slitherin' down the Rio Grande

You double cross somebody You better understand

That if it doesn't kill a man He's still up in the fight

You might end up on the cross hair down the barrel of his sights

There's always dusk before the dawn

Lord guide my hand and make my shot be true

There's always rise after the fall

I'm a keep my word to you