Dan Reeder - Hombre Lyrics

well a bad lookin' hombre rode up on me on the back of a coal black mare
he squinted and spat
adjusted his hat
said we don't need your kind around here

when i pulled back my cape he saw a pistol
when the smoke cleared he lay dead in the sand
pity the cowboy who draws on me
i was born with a six gun in my hand

that cowboy he ain't alone
there's plenty more like him around
buried in the boothills of this wide land
by the man born with a sixgun in his hand

if you find yourself up in the northwest
between bismark, butte, and cheyenne
remember the story 'bout the bad lookin' hombre
and the man born with a sixgun in his hand