James Wotal - The Lost Trail Lyrics

John Brown and his gang of thieves
Had just robbed the bank
They rode fast, they rode hard
Swearing they'd never go back again

Sheriff Parker and a posse of men
Rode out of town after them
Across the desert and, through the snow
Over the mountains, and into Mexico

Sheriff Parker lost the trail
Down near old Juarez
There were rumors, that Old John Brown
Had been shot dead

Sheriff Parker knew better than that
He knew John was just hiding out
Biding his time, for the heat to cool off
When he was gonna make his break

At the crack of dawn, in the early morn
John Brown made his break
But the Sheriff was waiting, on the edge of town
When they came, face to face

Throw down your gun, the Sheriff said
But John Brown fired off a shot
He missed the Sheriff, by a couple of feet
The Sheriff killed him on the spot

John Brown's body is, up on Boot Hill
He's buried down, six feet
On his tombstone, says the words
Here lies John Brown, the thief