We Rode - Cuba Cuba

We rode to the west

We’re as wild as they come

A great pain shot right up my neck

The great plane like an open deck

Close-by the barman shot the thief

The law came with pistols in the air

Out-gunned but we didn’t care

Sun down, fire upon the town, the town

We rode to the west

We’re as wild as they come

We rode to the west

We’ll head home when we’re done

We rode, ahh

A great storm thundered up ahead

The outlaw, a bullet to his head

Sun down, piece upon the town, the town

We rode to the west

We’re as wild as they come

We rode to the west

We’ll head home when we’re done

We rode, ahh

When your heart feels like an anchor

Where else is safe but the road?