Sam Ba** was born in Indiana, it was his native home
And at the age of seventeen young Sam began to roam
And he first came out to Texas, a cowboy for to be
A kinder-hearted fellow you hardly ever see
He used to deal in race stock, one called the Denton Mare
And he run her in scrub races and he took her to the fair
And she always won the money wherever she might be
And Sam he liked good whiskey and he spend his money free
Young Sam left the Collins ranch in the merry month of May
With a herd of Texas cattle for the Black Hills far away
Sold out in Custer City and then went on a spree
A harder set of cowboys you seldom ever see
On their way back to Texas they robbed the U.P. train
They split up in couples then they started out again
Joe Collings and his partner they was overtaken soon
With all their hard cash money they's about to meet their doom
Sam made it back to Texas all right side up with care
He rode in to the town of Denton with all his friends to share
Sam's life was short in Texas, three robberies he did do
He robbed all the pa**engers, mail and express carts too
Sam had four companions, they were bold and daring lads
They were Underwood and Jackson, Collins and Old Ed
More bold and daring cowboys the rangers never knew
They run the Texas rangers, and they whipped the boys in blue
Now Sam had another companion called Arkansas for short
Was shot by a Texas ranger by the name of Thomas Floyd
Tom's a big six footer and he thinks he's mighty fly
But I'll tell you boys, he's racked, he's a dead-beat on the sly
Jim Murphy was arrested then released on bail
And he jumped his bonding Tyler and took the trail for Terrill
But Major Jones had posted Jim and that was all a stall
T'was only a plan to capture Sam before the coming fall
Sam met his fate at Round Rock, July the twenty-first
They filled poor Sam with rifle-balls they emptied out his purse
Poor Sam he is a corpse now and he's six feet under clay
And Jackson's in the bushes and he's trying to get away
Jim had borrowed Sam's good gold and he didn't want to pay
The only shot he saw was to give poor Sam away
And he sold out Sam and Barnes and he left their friends to mourn
Oh, what a scorching Jim'll get when Gabriel blows his horn
He sold out Sam and Barnes and he left their friends to mourn
Oh, what a scorching Jim'll get when Gabriel blows his horn
Now perhaps he's gone to heaven, ain't none of us can say
But if I'm right in my surmise he's gone the other way