Me and my good partners We were riding back to our camp We were feeling very fine And the air was clear and slightly damp And we were riding back to have ourselves a party To celebrate the robbing of the train We were talking kind of low and lazy About not having to go out soon again You know we hadn't been back home two hours We heard a hawk cry out in the night And you know that's a signal from young Billy, who's our sentry He's saying something here ain't exactly right So we quick grabbed some of our hardware Stumbled out of our home In two minutes flat we had found her An Indian girl all alone And Eli said, "Let's take her back to the cabin" I said, "You don't know she might be the law, yeah" He said, smiling kind of nasty "It ain't too damn likely she'll beat me to the draw." As we were walking back through the darkness I heard the Duke, he's our dynamiter, say He said, "What's your name, sweet little Indian girl?" She said, "Raven." and she looked away Right then I didn't trust her, no and I said so, oh no Now, Eli, he's our fastest gunner He's kind of mean and young from the South He said, "Fat Albert, you're getting kind of old and weird now." "You'd better get your twelve gauge shot gun right out." Now Eli and the Duke they got down to it They each wanted the Indian girl for their own But when they finally got around to asking her You know she said she'd come to take young Billy home Eli said he'd k** young Billy He'd k** the Duke, and probably me too, yeah The Indian girl said, "Go ahead now do it" I said "Stop it", and she bit my thumb nearly clean through And when they finally started to break down the door I smeared my face up with blood from my thumb I laid down on the floor and played real good possum You know I'm crazy but I ain't real dumb Now I'm dying here in Albuquerque I must be the sorriest sight you ever saw You know the reason I'm the only man here to tell it You know that Indian girl, she wasn't an Indian she was the law (© Guerrilla Music/BMI)