The Rough Riders

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Two riders came into our town one day

For years they'd been riding together

They acted and talked in the very same way

Partners and birds of a feather

I heard of their daring with women and guns

I thought I'd avoid them and yet

As soon as we spoke I forgot what I heard

I liked them the first time we met

Handsome and hard riding were the rough riders

Each with a firm hand and steel in his jaw

My heart still comes as I think of those riders

Both of them equally quick on the draw

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I joined them in laughter, I joined them in song

We soon were as close as could be

The story's an old one, two men and a girl

A game meant for two, not for three

Now each of them told me he'd fallen in love

And wanted to make me his bride

Before I could answer two tempers had flared

And now only guns could decide

Handsome and hard riding were the rough riders

Each with a firm hand and steel in his jaw

My heart still pounds as I think of those riders

Both of them equally quick on the draw

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, Both took five paces with hands at the waist

Each looked for the other to drop them

The second seemed hours, I waited and prayed

Something would happen to stop them

They drew at the same time the sight of each gun

Was something my eyes couldn't bear

Then two shots rang out but they sounded like one

Then both of them died then and there

Handsome and hard -riding were the rock riders

Each with a firm hand and steel in his jaw

My heart still pounds as I think of those riders

Both of them equally quick on the draw

All of the story is buried in dust

Both of the guns now, are covered with rust