Jack Straw (Live At L'Olympia, Paris)

We can share the women, we can share the wine

We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all on mine

Keep on rolling, just a mile to go

Keep on rolling, my old buddy, you're moving much too slow

I just jumped the watchman

Right outside the fence

Took his ring, four bucks in change

Ain't that heaven sent?

Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon

Burns my eyes to see

Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon

Might as well be me

We used to play for silver

Now we play for life

And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife

And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall

There ain't a winner in the game

He don't go home with all

Not with all

Leaving Texas

Fourth day of July

Sun so hot, the clouds so low

The eagles filled the sky

Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe

The Great Northern out of Cheyenne from sea to shining sea

Gotta go to Tulsa

First train we can ride

Got to settle one old score

One small point of pride

There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon

Will keep him from the sun

Ain't no bed will give us rest, man

You keep us on the run

Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down

And dug for him a shallow grave and layed his body down

Half a mile from Tucson by the morning light

One man gone and another to go

My old buddy you're moving much too slow

We can share the women, we can share the wine