Jack Straw - Bruce Hornsby & the Range

We can share the women

We can share the wine

We can share what we got of yours

'Cause we done shared all of mine

Keep on rolling just a mile to go

Keep on rolling my old buddy

You're moving much too slow

I just jumped the watchman

Right outside the fence

Took his rings four bucks in change

Ain't that heaven sent

Hurts my ears to listen

Shannon burns my eyes to see

Cut down a man in cold blood

Shannon might as well been me

We used to play for silver

Now we play for life

And ones for sport and ones

For blood at the point of a knife

And now the die is shaken

Now the die must fall

There ain't a winner in the game

He don't go home with all

Not with all

Leaving Texas fourth day of July

Sun so hot the clouds so low

The eagles filled the sky

Catch the Detroit lightning out of santé fe

The great northern out of Cheyenne

From sea to shining sea

Gotta go to Tulsa first train we can ride

Gotta settle one old score

One small point of pride

There ain't a place a man can hide

Shannon will keep him from the sun

Ain't a bed can give us rest now

You keep us on the run

Jack straw from Wichita cut his buddy down

And dug for him a shallow grave

And laid his body down

Half a mile from Tucson

By the morning light

One man gone and another to go

My old buddy you're moving much too slow

We can share the women

We can share the wine