I was born to ride that midnight ridge, a sixgun in my hand

On the trail of evil men from Tucson clear up to Cheyenne.

Through storm and cold and desert heat, I’ll not be swayed at all.

I’ll hunt you down and when I do, then one of us will fall.

Everybody makes mistakes, Lord knows I‘ve made some too

But stand up like a man with grit when it’s time to pay what’s due

For if you run you won’t get far in your mangy coward’s flight

Just know I’ll be up on that ridge and riding through the night

And if you’re a brutal outlaw who has no respect for life

A man who kills and causes honest folks their fear and strife

If you’re the one to terrorize a peaceful little town

I’ll ride that midnight ridge until I finally run you down.

Is it justice or just vengeance? Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

But for you it makes no difference when you’re on the road to Hell.

I pinned this badge on long ago and swore to do what’s right.

That’s why I ride this ridge alone all through the darkest night.

No place to call my home except this worn out saddle now.

I knew the life would be this way the day I took that vow.

To ride for those who’ve been left helpless by your foul career.

I still can hear their cries at night, sad whispers in my ears.

You can beat your mount into a froth in your flight to get away.

But know that I’ll not rest until I finally see the day

When you face the judge or face my gun, so make your last choice well.

I’m on your trail and gaining fast on that midnight ridge to Hell

Midnight Ridge

Photo by Grizzly Dave aka Dave Breyfogle

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