Jim Bowie

Gather round you children and and i'll tell you of a man

who blazed a trail of freedom on which this frontier stands

wagon wheels across the sand

the deeds he had were many and the foes he had but few

the brother of shushony marksman bold and true

the hero that the white man never knew

jim bowie lived by the blade

but the knife cuts both ways

his people lost his honour saved

it was men like jim bowie on which this land was made

I saw him in a vision with his dagger at his side

he trod the path of glory where the righteous ones abide

twas there he found his indian bride

a master of the falcon the skins he had to trade

he travelled to the outlands where the price of blood is paid

where dead men and the bounty hunters lay

god cast him down and he fell into the fire

his spirit trailed

while the flames were rising higher and higher