Bobby Hays and the Black Jack Gang Lyrics

Bobby Hays was a brittle man

Robbing banks, drinking what he can

Ladies all kneel

Bobby's got a plan

We're headed out Arizona way

Gonna see what the banks will pay

To keep their lives

And keep The Blackjack Gang alive

When the cards all fall

And the angels call

Will you fold your hand and pray

When the bell has rung

And the work is done

Will you bow your head and pray

For The Blackjack Gang

Bobby Hays got his plan

They're gonna take this money any way they can

But Frank King saw

And he chased down that old wicked man

When the cards all fall

And the angels call

Will you fold your hand and pray

When the bell has rung

And the work is done

Will you bow your head and pray

For The Blackjack Gang

Hiding out in a bad way

Bobby Hays is about to get paid

By Frank King himself

The lawman was set to make his day

Bobby knew he was all but done

The Bell was ringing in that desert sun

Bullets flied

A grown man cried

And Bobby Hays said goodbye

When the cards all fall

And the angels call

Will you fold your hand and pray

When the bell has rung

And the work is done

Will you bow your head and pray

For The Blackjack Gang