Now back in old Wyoming, many long years ago When there was no law and order 'round to regulate the show Those old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on their hands Trying to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off their land Now old Tom Horn came a riding up one day Gonna lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way Well, he took his 44-40 out and cleaned it up right well Then he rode off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side Through the hills of Wyoming he would ride There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he k**ed But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill If you rode the Laramie Valley, by either day or night You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle sights He laid out in the bushes and the rustler come around Then he'll spill the boy with a single shot and chamber one more round Now the rustlers tried to stop him but they found there was no way He could pick them off from a mountain side a half mile away Well, they ran him down the border but they never touched his hide He just slipped across to his hide out on the Colorado side Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side Through the hills of Wyoming he would ride There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he k**ed But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill Then one day young Willie Nickle was out a ridin' around A 44-40 shot rang out and laid the poor boy down Well, it was only fourteen years since that little kid was born And they said it looked like the doing's of that lonesome Tom Horn So the cattlemen went and strung him up With a length of fresh snipped rope But his ghost still hangs out in the hills and spooks the Antelope Now all the rustlers hatred and all the cattlemen's fears Have kept all Tom Horn alive through all the changing years Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side Through the hills of Wyoming he would ride There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he k**ed But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill