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Ridin' against the wind in East New MexicoHis skin is dry and worn as the Texas plainsHe's headed where the air is thin and and the cold blue northers blowUp through the Raton Pass but he'll have to beat the early snowThe winter of '64 was a great many years agoWhen a young man went away for the rebel causeAnd he was branded by the war and the only life he'd knowWas lookin' over his shoulder saddle bound and layin' lowNow there's a man on the goodnight-lovingLike too many other men out on the trailWho found the hard way when the pushing comes to shovingHe'd go six feet under before he'd go to jailNow there's a place just north of here where they say the outlaws goWhere a man can leave his name and past behindAnd every now and then you'll hear, he's gone the way of the buffaloAnd that he finally made the pass but he didn't beat the early snowNow there's a man on the goodnight-lovingLike too many other men out on the trailWho found the hard way when the pushing comes to shovingHe'd go six feet under before he'd go to jailHe'd go six feet under before he'd go to jail From Letras Mania