Devil's Gate

I didn’t mean to cut that man down,

And we tore down his fence,

But I needed the 70 head that sat on his land.

And this prairie is drying up as they chase us down like dogs.

It’s a long way to Cheyenne and even longer back home.

I’m gonna hang, I’m gonna hang at the devil’s gate in Wyoming

I’m gonna hang, I’m gonna hang at the devil’s gate in Wyoming.

Well push em on boys, push em harder cant you see.

Cause there’s a posee on our tails and it aint slowing.

Down to the sweet water, hell we can shake em there,