Beyond the Ridge - Jamestown Revival

Was a wild black stallion we caught near Durango

That little black beauty was fast as a gun

We set him to racing, the pride of the family

We bet all our money, we cried when he won

That man Mr. Watson don’t take kind to losing

Accused us of stealing, he told the whole town

Then late in the night he killed that old stallion

And left us a looking for a new one to crown

Beyond the ridge, there’s always a valley

With free roaming horses that wait to be tamed

We thought it was over, but old Mr. Watson

Just couldn’t seem to let a sleeping dog li

They shot down my brother, arrestd two others

Gave us no choice but to fight for our lives

Oh the years to follow, I’d wish them on no one

Shootouts and posses and life on the run

But along the way, I met your dear mother

Warm as the glow from the midsummer sun

Beyond the ridge, there’s always a valley

With free roaming horses that wait to be tamed

I killed my first man and one led to another

A long line of killing that can’t be undone

And along the way, I lost all my brothers

I’m the last one to die, the last on the run

Up here on the mountain, the posse pursuing

The lead from their bullets, the pain in my side

I might never meet you, so I wrote you this letter

It’s looking like this could be my final ride

Beyond the ridge, there’s always a valley

With free roaming horses that wait to be tamed

Be good on your word, take care of your mother

And most of all son, be proud of your name