An old saloon walls painted mud
In walked a stranger with a hat and a gun
And a shiny gold badge hunting for a man on the run
He asked the barkeep if he had seen
A gambling outlaw, hateful and mean
Wanted for murder way deep down in New Orleans
He's gotta scar upon his face and a crooked smile
A dirty ole beard and a glassed over eye
Running like hell with the devil so close behind
The barman quietly pointed away
Said this fella just rolled in here yesterday
Sat down to play faro with his pistol hanging by his side...