We followed the hustler's trail
But he gave us the slip-he wasn't there.
We pushed him hard over hill and dale
But he would vanish like mist in the morning air.
The one time that we cornered him
His gun blazed loud and long
But when we finally jumped the boulder where he hid.
We found that he'd long gone.
We tracked him down to another town
But not before two more had died.
From a bar room brawl with his back to the wall
He'd managed to slip outside.
A defiant note was left for us
Pinned to the sheriff's door
It said "follow me now, but I think somehow
I could handle a hundred more."
There were those amongst our number
Who said they knew him well
Reckoned you couldn't k** a man
Already on a course for hell.
Talked to us of devil's luck
Of a deal few men dare make
That fore every soul the hustler sent
Another pot he'd take