Outlaws in Texas – Thad Beckman

 We were counting the gold

That we had just stolen

Planning our getaway

You to the east, me to the south

Agreeing it was better that way

But I could see the blood pulsing

In the vein in your neck

And the sweat as it poured down your brow

Then it all became clear

With your eyes burning bright

You were planning to take it all

I knew you were greedy,

When you killed that young banker

Who was clutching a ten-dollar bill

And I knew you were heartless

When you shot that poor woman

Who was standing so perfectly still

And I knew you were ruthless

When you grabbed that little baby

And held him up in the air

So I took it for granted

That my life was worth nothing

And it filled me up with despair

You had visions of servants

Washing your feet

And feeding you grapes off the vine

You were eyeing that maiden

With the pretty gold necklace

As she filled up your goblet of wine

And the music was playing

The dancers were dancing

Everything just as you planned

‘Til I took out my knife

And ended your life

Felt your blood run warm down my hand

 Well I barely escaped

And I crossed the river

Just ahead of the hounds

 And I stood there breathing

And I fell to my knees

And I kissed that Mexican ground

Now just out of Juarez

On a big piece of land

I’m watching my family grow

And when I think back on you

I thank you for nothing

‘cept maybe your share of the gold