The Whiskey Stagger Band - A Good Place To Die Lyrics

A worn leather Bible
Sits safe in the bag on his saddle
A shiny Colt pistol on his side
Wide brimmed hat blocks the sun

And he rides
Yippee kay yay ha-ha

The mob is getting closer
With plans to shoot him or hang him
His pinto pony's run is almost done
Her tired, weary body can barely move an inch
Hot desert air
Struggles for a breath

And he rides
Yippee kay yay ha-ha
And he rides
Yippee kay yay ha-ha

Chased into the canyon
Creek flows right below
A bullet hits that pinto pony's thigh
She stumbles to the water
The rider's thrown right off her
Well, hell this looks like a good place to die

And he rides
Yippee kay yay ha-ha
And he rides
Yippee kay yay ha-ha

He rises from the creek bed
Pain bursts through his shoulder
He falls, draws the pistol from his holster
He can barely raise the gun
The pony oh she's crying
With his final breath
He fires and shoots his horse

And he rides
Yippee kay yay ha-ha
And he rides
Yippee kay yay ha-ha