There’s a man dressed in black on the horse near the corner
Where the shadows they deepen and gloom
He’s been an outlaw and a lover and he’s wanted for murder
but most folks say that he didn’t do it
But he’s careful and slow until he’s clean out of range
Then he can bolt like the lightning that brought him
Not sure that it’s real but I did hear tell
that he goes by the name of Thorne Broomhill
There was trouble last night when someone started a fight
and the clientele joined in with from the rafters
Thorne was playing some cards and from what I have heard
he was winning maybe more than he oughta
I could hear a few shots in the deep of the night
Sounds like Colt 44s ghostly haunted
And this morning before church I saw that the judge
Made a sign sayin’ somebody’s wanted
Propped up on the boardwalk, was a fresh box of pine
all ready to help push up some clover
Nobody’s seen Thorne but I heard he was warned
to stay clear ’til this whole thing blows over
I’ve been minding my herd by the creek and the bridge
Keep your head down if you know what’s good for you
But I seen him ride by in the dark of the night
And I swear I got a nod and wave from him
He never did me no wrong, so I won’t say I saw’m
I can rest that much easier tonight
Don’t know if he’s been hired, or just trying to stay alive
But folks round here just kinda stay quiet
When the sheriff is crooked, and the judge ain’t no better
Sometimes you got to let these things slide
So you just get a feeling about who should be breathing
And try your best to come down on their side
He’s been an outlaw and been somebody’s lover
And now he’s done gone down deep undercover
He’ll be back soon enough once we’ve buried some corpse
with a tombstone we carved an enscription that says
He went by the name of Thorne Broomhill
He went by the name of Thorne Broomhill