Music/Lyrics by Tompall Glaser, and popularized by Marty Robbins.
Capos are for the lazy.
Five brothers who left Arkansas
Set out to find the gambler who murdered their pa
Five brothers, and three in their teens
Gotta find the man who killed their pa in New Orleans
They heard of him in Houston, and his trail was leadin west
He d left there many months ago, and so they couldn t rest
Five brothers, and three in their teens
Gotta find the man who killed their pa in New Orleans
New Orleans
The sun was hot as fire, and the nights were cold as steel
Hate was strong, and youth was wild, and so they couldn t feel
Five brothers, and three in their teens
Gotta find the man who killed their pa in New Orleans
His trail led to the Badlands, and the desert promised death
The gambler s odds were different now, he treasured every breath
Five brothers, and three in their teens
Close behind the man who killed their pa in New Orleans
New Orleans
When first they saw the killer, he was by the waterhole
Five rifles rang out through the night, they killed the gambler cold
Five brothers, and three in their teens
Finally got the man who killed their pa in New Orleans
The desert is their keeper now, for this a traveler said
That poison lived within the hole, now six of them are dead
Five brothers, and three in their teens
Lay beside the man who killed their pa in New Orleans
Lay beside the man who killed their pa in New Orleans
