Racing to you
Somewhere up ahead
Striding a path
No one else dared tread
Bracing my holster
Ain′t gonna backtrack
Riding towards you
Like a storm's at my back

Accusation

Heard thundering hooves
Of a posse giving chase
I rode like lightning
Not leaving a trace
A pack of wild coyotes
Snapping at my heels
Spurs are digging in
And my whip
The skin peels

Accusation
Accusation

An accusation of murder, they did contrive
A poster hung said, Wanted Dead or Alive
A heinous insinuation, they did proclaim
The Sheriff Gunned Down and we′re to blame
Accused, framed and sentenced to hang
Portrayed as ruthless members of a gang
The firing squad was told to disband
As the hangman tightened the noose in his hand

Nothing would stop us
Not the widest chasm
Not the Hounds of Hell
Nor any phantasm
We rode side by side
Only one way to go
Up hills, down valleys and south to Mexico