Ridin' against the wind in east New Mexico   His skin is dry and worn as the Texas plains   He's headed where the air is thinand the cold blue northers blow   Up throw the raton pass but he'll have to beat the early snow.      The winter of '64 was a great many years ago   When a young man went away for the rebel cause   And he was branded by the war and the only life he'd know   Was lookin' over his shoulder saddle bound and layin' low.      Now there's a man on the Goodnight-Loving   Like too many other men out on the trail   Who found the hard way when the pushing comes to shoving   He'd go six feet under before he'd go to jail.      Now there's a place just north of here where they say the outlaws go   Where a man can leave his name and past behind   And every now and then you'll hear he's gone the way of the buffalo   And that he finally made the pass but he didn't beat the early snow.      Now there's a man on the Goodnight-Loving   Like too many other men out on the trail   Who found the hard way when the pushing comes to shoving   He'd go six feet under before he'd go to jail.      He'd go six feet under before he'd go to jail...