I seek the man who killed my friend
And when we meet my life may end
My life depends upon my gun
And my gun spells hope
In the land where the rope and the colt are king

I swore a vow on my dying breath
To ride a trail that ends in death
And death could strike
With a frightening jolt
Of a lightning bolt in the land where the rope and the colt are king

But oh my darling if I should die
There's not a soul who will ever know
That I loved you so was the reason why

Thе days are dust and the nights are black
But oh my darling if I gеt back
I'll trade my gun
For a wedding ring
And I'll turn my hand to the land where the rope and the colt are king