My daddy was an outlaw, mom died giving birth to me
They both left me all alone when I was on bended knee
And if you don't like my story, I suggest you turn the page
I don't need no preachin', I ain't got no soul to say

My name is Arkansas Dave Rudebaugh, this here's Tennessee Jack
Don't you give us any lip now boy or today will be your last
When the bank was dry we said goodbye and walked out to the street
When a cloud of bullets came thundering down and took Tennesse to his knees

I just stood there and watched him bleeding like a fool out in the rain
Didn't have time to think when I jumped through the bank's front window pane
Grabbed the teller in the blink of an eye, put a colt up to his head
Said, "Careful son, don't you try to run or tomorrow you'll wake up dead

Yeah, me I've got to fly like an eagle
Free like a bird upon the wind
Hell, fire, and brimstone are coming down on me
Mister, I was born of sin

I sat down in the corner and I rooled a little home grown
Said, "If I'm gonna die today today I sure as hell ain't goin' alone,"
So I ran out the bank a shooting, I was two for two at first
Until I felt the painful sound as a bullet tore my shirt

Yeah, me I've got to fly like an eagle
Free like a bird upon the wind
Hell, fire, and brimstone are coming down on me
Mister, I was born of sin

I crawled back to the alley way where I knew my horse was tied
And that's where all the legends say Arkansas Dave Rudebaugh died
But I was in a place so far from there, in a time so long ago
In the arms of a pretty little se orita on the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, me I've got to fly just like an eagle
Free like a bird upon the wind
Hell, fire, and brimstone are coming down on me
Mister, I was born of sin

I was born of sin