Song Description
Historical fiction following the life of John McBride, who lost his family to Civil War violence and turned to a life of crime in a vigilante outlaw gang.
| Song Length |
4:16 |
Genre |
Country - General, Country - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Pleasant |
Subject |
Crime, Theft, History, Past |
| Similar Artists |
Willie Nelson, Garth Brooks |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
The Wild Ones
Music & Lyrics: Russell Alexander
The South had died by '65
The Rebel dream was done
John McBride returned to find the ashes he'd called home
With the flowers he laid on his childrens grave
His former life was gone
And he swore revenge on the Union men
And rode out with the Wild Ones
They wrote their name in blood and flame
The bounty on them grew
And they showed no pity for man nor beast
Who wore the Union blue
With open arms, the Southern farms
Would feed them when they'd come
But the thieves they sent from the government
Lived in fear of the Wild Ones
An outlaw's life is on the run
Knowing tomorrow might never come
Live by the sword and die by the gun
Running with the Wild Ones
In Evanstown it all came down
Nothing went as planned
A shot gone wild, a mother and child
Lay dying by their hand
John McBride knelt down and cried
At the evil that they'd done
The blood they spilled, innocence killed
Was the death of the Wild Ones
An outlaw's life is on the run
Knowing tomorrow might never come
Live by the sword and die by the gun
Running with the Wild Ones
He met his end with the other men
On a cold November day
They cut him down to the frozen ground
And then just rode away
The years have flown and they've bleached his bones
In the Arizona sun
If you listen close, you can hear his ghost
Calling for the Wild Ones
An outlaw's life is on the run
Knowing tomorrow might never come
Live by the sword and die by the gun
Running with the Wild Ones