Written and recorded by Tom Russell Paide We rode for three long years, 'till Black Jack Pershing called it quitsn Jack wasn't I stole his fine spade bit It was tied upon his stallion, so I rode away on it To the wild Chihauhan desert, so dry you couldn't spit Tonight we ride, you bastards dare We'll kill the wild Apache, for the bounty on his hair Then we'll ride into Durango, climb up the whorehouse stairs Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride When I'm too damned old to sit a horse, I'll stea (allcountrytabs.com)