Racing to you
Somewhere up ahead
Striding a path
No one else dared tread
Bracing my holster (my holster)
Ain't gonna backtrack
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Riding towards you
Like a storm's at my back
Accusation
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Heard thundering hooves
Of a posse giving chase (chase)
I rode like lightning (like lightning)
Not leaving a trace
A pack of wild coyotes (coyotes)
Snapping at my heels
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Spurs are digging in
And my whip
The skin peels (peels)
Accusation
Accusation
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
An accusation of murder, they did contrive
A poster hung said, "Wanted Dead or Alive"
A heinous insinuation, they did proclaim
"The Sheriff Gunned Down" and we're to blame
Accused, framed and sentenced to hang
Portrayed as ruthless members of a gang
The firing squad was told to disband
As the hangman tightened the noose in his hand
Nothing would stop us
Not the widest chasm
Not the Hounds of Hell
Nor any phantasm
We rode side by side
Only one way to go
Up hills, down valleys and south to Mexico