Lyrics

- The marshal said "Son, come out with your hands held high" The man in question said "Sorry Marshal, I'll not comply Do you know Marshal, tonight you might die" "You go right ahead, and make your try" Well the man in question was held up in a trapper's shack He was always searchin' for his freedom Would forever watch his back He made a stand against the man as a child Just like that it changed his path, he went to the wild And the moon was hangin' high in the cold October sky And he thought of his lady love and her beautiful eyes Bein' alone, he thought of home and how life was passin' by He wished he could start again, Have another try Jack Duke was a hard man, he'd walked both sides of the line Lives had been taken, he'd returned others for their crimes And the way Marshal Duke had always stayed alive See he kept his weapons oiled and his powder dry And the moon was hangin' high in the cold October sky And he thought of his lady love and her beautiful eyes Bein' alone, he thought of home and how life was passin' by He wished he could start again, Have another try Jack Duke has an old pack mule And he brought along three weeks supply He gathered up some kindlin' for his camp fire In the mornin' make his try He said "Son, you know I'd like to hear your side I've heard their version, it's just you and I" And the moon was hangin' high in the cold October sky And they talked of their lady loves and their beautiful eyes Bein' alone, they spoke of home and how life was passin' by They wished they could start again, Have another try Well the law man and the outlaw talked all night through The Marshal said "Son, I remember bein' alot like you" The outlaw says "Now sir, I gotta run" Duke said "First you'll answer to my gun" "You know, son, I've killed alot of life And I'm too old for this, but it's my way to survive I've been a law man a long long time and it's too late to change my live and be sublime" So they faced one another, neither made a sound Till Jack said "son, I really hate to put you in the ground" There was nothin' either man had left to say The Marshal smiled as he watched the young outlaw ride away And he thought he'd like to stay there for a while Maybe head down Mexico way, there he could live in style And he reared back and flipped that badge a western mile And the sun was gettin' high in the warm October sky He knew his love for her was still alive Bein' alone, he'd once more roam alone, no sence in goin' home And head down Mexico way and make another try And the sun was warm on his face, ah what the hell I'll have another try