The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')

A harder ridin' bunch of outlaws no one ever saw

I don't recall the lawman that could match or beat the draw

The rode the west, they fought the best

The never lost a fight

They did their hidin' in the daytime

Ridin' most at night



The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')

They rode into Yuma on a hot September day

Hit the bank and got the gold and then they rode away

The sheriff tried to stop 'em but he didn't really try

The sheriff thought too much of life

And he didn't wanna die



The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')

The governor of the territory called the rangers in

The rangers caught the outlaws and the fightin' did begin

For seven hours they fought and there were bodies all around

Not one body of an outlaw lay upon the ground



The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')

They only took the money that the rich got by their greed

And gave it to the ranchers who were desperately in need

They'd ride into the poorest section of a border town

Evenly distributed to the poorest of the town



The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')

Maybe it was wrong to steal, but was it wrong to give?

They took many chances so a friend in need might live

One by one they've gone but still there's one alive to tell

The outlaws never failed to hear it when a friend would yell



The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin