Lit out for California, Texas posse at their back
One joined from Oklahoma no safe he can't crack
Dry wind wrecked all the crops folks dying in the dirt
Now the gang of five sang em songs to heal the hurt
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
Go and sound the alert
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
Singing songs to heal the hurt
Some other band had robbed the bank down Don Diego way
The gang slipped in and stole the cash for
Those with debts to pay
Hear the charge of the Old Stone Gang
The boys hid out in San Antone thought they'd done real fine.
But little Red caught a bullet buried him at the border line
The gang drifted with the wind the roads all seemed the same
Till one day they heard the call of help and someone grabbed the reins
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
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Lit out for California, Texas posse at their back
One joined from Oklahoma no safe he can't crack
Dry wind wrecked all the crops folks dying in the dirt
Now the gang of five sang em songs to heal the hurt
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
Go and sound the alert
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
Singing songs to heal the hurt
Some other band had robbed the bank down Don Diego way
The gang slipped in and stole the cash for
Those with debts to pay
Hear the charge of the Old Stone Gang
The boys hid out in San Antone thought they'd done real fine.
But little Red caught a bullet buried him at the border line
The gang drifted with the wind the roads all seemed the same
Till one day they heard the call of help and someone grabbed the reins
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
One joined from Oklahoma no safe he can't crack
Dry wind wrecked all the crops folks dying in the dirt
Now the gang of five sang em songs to heal the hurt
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
Go and sound the alert
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
Singing songs to heal the hurt
Some other band had robbed the bank down Don Diego way
The gang slipped in and stole the cash for
Those with debts to pay
Hear the charge of the Old Stone Gang
The boys hid out in San Antone thought they'd done real fine.
But little Red caught a bullet buried him at the border line
The gang drifted with the wind the roads all seemed the same
Till one day they heard the call of help and someone grabbed the reins
Hear the call of the Old Stone Gang
Writer: Carla Olson, Joe Read
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management