Author Unknown
Music and Arr. By Kenny Williams

She once had a beauty so pure and sweet
As that of a maiden you’d wed
Now she lies in the dust at the miners’ feet
The beautiful star is dead

She had a lover so good and true
In the east that she left behind
When she came to the west as so many do
Her fame and her fortune to find

Now her fame she did find on the dance hall floor
Her beauty would turn men’s heads
She was the queen of them all
Now the beautiful star is dead

She was young and light hearted, she danced and sang
Played the game as she knew it square
She trusted her friend sand did never dream
A bullet would find her there

Now many an eye with tear is wet
Many a laugh is stilled
For the beautiful star of Bannack lies
In a grave on a lonely hill

Kenny Williams

Vigilante say “You better mind your business”
Vigilante say “You better watch your step”
Vigilante say “Prepare to meet your maker,
Glory Hallelujah, judgment day is here”

Sherrif Henry Plummer and his band of desperados
Killed a many good man, a hundred maybe more
Twenty four were hung, a dozen more were banished
Montana Territory, 1864
 Vigilante say “You better mind your business”
Vigilante say “You better watch your step”
Vigilante say “Prepare to meet your maker,
Glory Hallelujah, judgment day is here”

They swore to God above to serve the Arm of Justice
Gathered in the night, Secrecy their code
A swift avenging of final retribution
Dealt a blow to evil and his agents of the road

Vigilante say “You better mind your business”
Vigilante say “You better watch your step”
Vigilante say “Prepare to meet your maker,
Glory Hallelujah, judgment day is here”

Liberty and justice, are these words to die for?
Or are they bought and sold just like
The leaders of this land?
When the winds of change come
Creeping ‘round your doorstop
3-7-77…….the posse rides again

Vigilante say “You better mind your business”
Vigilante say “You better watch your step”
Vigilante say “Prepare to meet your maker,
Glory Hallelujah, judgment day is here

Vigilante say “You better mind your business”
Vigilante say “You better watch your step”
Vigilante say “Prepare to meet your maker,
Glory Hallelujah, judgment day is here

Pinto Bennet

“No tengo tobacco, no tengo papel,
no tengo dinero, godammit to hell”

We couldn’t talk to each other
We just shrugged our shoulders a lot
He had a cranky old woman at home,
And he wished that he could forget her
Next year better

Next year better, Next year better,
I really never knew what he thought
He always just said
“Next year better”

It was drizzlin’ rain I remember
That night the train hit the sheep
Draggin’ them off of old Midbury Grade,
Rainin’ tears of blood on my sweater
Next year better

Next year better, Next year better
I really never knew what he thought
He always just said
“Next year better”

He was an old man and I was a kid,
I was there when he died in his sleep
He told me he had two sons in New York,
And they worked on a barge in barge in bad weather
Next year better

Next year better, Next year better
I really never knew what he thought
He always just said
“Next year better”

El otro ano mejor, el otro ano mejor,
Nunca sabia lo que pensada
Siempre desir
“El otro ano mejor”

Mike Beck

How he ended up here from Yacateca, God only knows
With an old straw hat and one pair of clothes
It’s a long, long way from Elko to the place he knows
He’s Juan Guadalupe, from Old Mexico

His heritage is of the proud vaquero
And the riata in his hands you know that he can throw
And a way with cows and horses are the things he knows
He’s Juan Guadalupe, from Old Mexico

But he hasn’t got a dime to show
Because his money goes to feed his family down in Mexico
And his wife of fifteen years sees him at Christmas,
Every other year
When the kids line up to say good-bye,
They all try not hard to cry
For Juan Guadalupe, from Old Mexico

But he hasn’t got a dime to show
Because his money goes to feed his family down in Mexico
And his wife of fifteen years sees him at Christmas,
Every other year
When the kids line up to say good-bye,
They all try hard not to cry
For Juan Guadalupe, from Old Mexico
He’s Juan Guadalupe
He’s one proud vaquero

Kenny Williams

Young man walkin’ down a one way track,
Hot sun beatin’ down upon his back
An idle mind and the Devil’s hand,
Leadin’ him straight to the promised land
In a one room tavern up around the band,
Fate she waits, embraces him
In the arms of sin

Well it’s so easy when the fist one’s free
I know well, just look at me
Life spent runnin’ down a lost highway
It’s too late to change my ways
If I could live my life all over again
I wouldn’t go back to where I’ve been
In the arms of sin

The serpent tempted little Eve,
Said “Take a bite and you will see
The evil powers that lies within
The arms of sin”

What makes somebody wanna cross that line?
Maybe easy money or cheap red wine
Hot rod ford or someone’s wife just might be the ting to change your life
You better listen to what I have to say my friend
Or you might find yourself within
The arms of sin
The serpent tempted little Eve,
Said “Take a bite and you will see
The evil powers that lies within

Kevin Welch

A silver tear falls on my pillowcase
The damage has been done
The ties that bind are all unlaced
I can’t understand the stranger you’ve become

Deep down I know I really need you
Deep down you need me too
Deep down I’m so in love with you

I say some things that I don’t mean
I mean some things that I don’t say
We’re not so far apart as we might seem
We’ve just let this crazy world get in the way

Deep down I know I really need you
Deep down you need me too
Deep down I’m so in love with you

We can turn this whole thing around,
Back to where the truest love is found

Deep down I know I really need you
Deep down you need me too
Deep down I’m so in love with you

Kenny Williams

I got a ’55 one ton flat bed Chevy truck
Two-ton paint job, hot rod, let’er buck
Twelve pack o’ Oly pops, can’t stop good luck,
Jackson Saturday night

I been workin’ for a dollar never save a penny,
Shovel shit never quit, never getting’ any
Can’t wait too late nothin’ left in me
Jackson Saturday night

Well, I was soarin’ like an eagle headin’ outa town
Hundred an hour, six feet off the ground
Some hillbilly singin’ on the radio
Put the pedal to the metal now and go cats
Well, it’s a three day weekend a two day drive,
It’s a Jackson Saturday night

I met a cute little schoolgirl, oh so pretty
Tight skirt, big flirt, ain’t it a pity
Alright, midnight here in sin city
Jackson Saturday night

Well it’s a one step, two step, three step, four,
It’s a cowboy shuffle and a cotton eyed Joe
Well, you dance all night till your feet get sore,
It’s a Jackson Saturday night

Well, like a wild stampede all over town
Hell bent for leather, never slowin’ down
I give a hundred dollar bill for just one more song
Then we put it into high gear, so baby hold on
Well it’s a three day weekend, a two day drive
It’s a Jackson Saturday night

I was yippin’ like a coyote, howlin’ at the moon,
Up all night, now it’s half past noon
I grab a twelve pack to go from the Cowboy Bar
Then I jump in my truck and set the wheels on fire
Well it’s a three day weekend, a two day drive,
It’s a Jackson Saturday night

Kevin Welch

Reno and me hit the freeway,
South out of town on a run
Reno was drivin’, he asked me to roll him one
I turned on the radio, found us some sweet Emmy Lou
I sang the harmony low down and out of key
Reno just howled at the moon

Somewhere outside Kansas City
On a highway that leads to Cheyenne
The radio quit on a song by a Mexican band
Well, I guess we were lost in thoughts of brown skinned girls
Took a couple wrong turns in a row
Reno and me we just laughed and agreed
It don’t matter which way you go

I don’t matter which way you go
When you’re callin’ the highway your home
Every old town’s just your past burnin’ down
It don’t matter which way you go

All of our friends are married,
Doin’ all of their business in town
Climbin’ a ladder that leads to a hole in the ground
Reno and me, we talked it all out
One thing that we’ll ever know
What’s the point of a race when you stay in one place?
Thinkin’ there’s somewhere to go

I don’t matter which way you go
When you’re callin the highway your home
Every old town’s just your past burnin’ down
It don’t matter which way you go

Scott Tucker

Somewhere in Texas, a twister is blowin’
I’m up in Montana and it just keeps on snowin’
I gotta cold operator on the end of the line
She couldn’t care less about that true love of mine

Lord keep him safe from the wrath of the storm
Keep him from danger, keep him sheltered and warm
I askin’ what else can I do
I’m counting on you

Somewhere in Texas there’s a town blown away
Nothing remains now but rubble and clay
I stare at his picture, it just can’t be true
This darkness descended from out of the blue

Lord keep him safe from the wrath of the storm
Keep him from danger, keep him sheltered and warm
I’m askin’ what else can I do?
I’m counting on you

Somewhere in Texas, he’s lookin’ to you
For some kind of comfort to carry him through
He’s all that I’ve got please don’t take him away
Let the sun shine upon us together, someday

Lord keep him safe from the wrath of the storm
Keep him from danger, keep him sheltered and warm
I’m askin what else can I do?
I’m counting on you

Kenny Williams, Mike Ward, and Jim Lewis

Well, I was born a poor poor boy
I got holes in both my shoes
I got a drifter’s soul
And a heart of gold and a guitar full of blues
Come a hundred miles down this hard dirt road,
buddy I paid my dues
Come sundown I’m gonna burn this town,
And steal me a heart or two

Yeah I’m a six string slinger,
Always on the run
Lightnin’ fingers
A guitar gun
Yeah I’m a wanted man, yes I am
I’m a dead ringer for a six string slinger
I’m a dead ringer for a six string slinger

Wood and steel,
Electrified
Screamin’ guitar twang
It’s too late to turn back now cause I’m too old to change

Yeah I’m a six string slinger,
Always on the run
Lightnin’ fingers a guitar gun
Yea I’m a wanted man, yes I am
I’m a dead ringer for a six string slinger
I’m a dead ringer for a six string slinger

Well, I was born a poor poor boy
I got holes in both my shoes
I got a drifter’s soul and a hear full of gold
And a guitar full of blues

Yeah, I’m a six string slinger,
Always on the fun
Lightnin’ fingers
A guitar gun
Yea I’m a wanted man, yes I am
I’m a dead ringer for a six string slinger
I’m a dead ringer for a six string slinger

Carlan Howard, Kostas, Dave Goodwin

I told my friends to sell my barstool
I ain’t hangin’ round here anymore
Change my address and change my number
Don’t want ‘em knockin’ at my door
Ain’t got no secrets in my wallet
No photographs that I should hide
I don’t twice at other women
I ain’t got that desire

Cause baby it’s you,
Baby it’s you
I believe that you’re the reason
I don’t do what I used to do
Cause baby it’s you,
Baby it’s you
Well, I got you where you want me,
You got me where I want you too

I even went and told my mama,
“Mom I’m brinin’ someone home”
She looked at me and nearly fainted said,
“Get the preacher on the phone”

Cause baby it’s you,
Baby it’s you
I believe that you’re the reason
I don’t do what I used to do
Cause baby it’s you,
Baby it’s you
Well, I got you where you want me,
And you got me where I want me too