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The outlaw Tom Ketchum, nicknamed "Black Jack"

was New Mexico bound and he never looked back

In 1892 old Black Jack robbed a train

Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe

-chorus-

Still killing time

at least it's not mine

When they throw you away

will you still hang around?

I can't run no more,

head for settled score

Nothin left to lose

hangman tightens noose

There stood the Sherriff with satisfied grin

as the crowd gathered 'round to watch Tom Ketchum swing

-chorus-

solo - Ray

solo - Mike

solo - Ray

solo - Mike

solo - Ray

'fore Tom lost his head he said over the noise

"I'll be in hell 'fore you start breakfast, boys"

-chorus-

When your time comes

keep your head on

solo - Mike