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 killed   But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill      If you rode the Larame 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...      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 keep all Tom Horn alive through all the changing years   Old Tom Horn with a rifle...