Desperado

When the rain lashed down and the thunder roared There were six desperadoes in the hands of the lord Ahead of the posse, but with not much time Just a short length ahead of the hangman's line They found a craggy rock with a cave inside Each and every man prepared to die Some crossed themselves with the catholic sign Bad Bill Rogers called the sheriff a swine As the storm grew wilder and the wind did scream They were hoping and praying it was just a bad dream You can't turn back the clock and change what's been done And there ain't no hiding from the law man's gun Well, the storm passed by thought they were home and dry But the sheriff came and hired an Indian guide Up with the sun and out with the lark The sheriff's winchester gave an instant bark The lead rained down from every side The posse had the edge with a sudden surprise The sheriff's rifles were a brand new batch And a Colt .45 was not a good match In six minutes flat there were six dead men With no one to weep and no one to pen The posse entered town to a rousing cheer The townsfolk stood them a night of good beer