Brand New Machine Gun

The army's had us runnin' but we said We've had enough

The Train she's right on time as we ride down from the bluff

You think you're gonna catch us and we know you've got no doubt

But it's hard to lead a chase when your legs have been cut out

These soldados cost us dearly and we're gonna make them pay

Our horses, they grow weary as we spur them on their way

One by one we board as we catch up to the caboose

No one can see the hell that's about to be cut loose

We bust right in they've got no chance their bodies do a funny dance

Some go to draw turn white instead, these uniforms are filled with lead

From car to car we make our way the engineer is our next play