It was the darkest of times
In the year of our Lord
When they made a plan
And had their weapons stored
They crossed state lines
To practice their aim
The governor would pay
When judgement came
And freedom would rise
To shine in the sun
For 13 men
They planned in the corners
Of darkened saloons
They stayed off the roads
Travelling by the light of the moon
The served the cause
And the cause was just
That's what they believed
And believe they must
Because if they failed
There was nowhere to run
For 13 men
The night of the raid
It was all prepared
They ate the last of their food
But none of them cared
They'd set the world alight
For all to see
Then make their escape
And get away scot-free
Then the governor would hang
By a noose in the sun
For 13 men
Then the lawmen came
Like a storm from the sky
There was nowhere to run
Oh, there was nowhere to hide
A scream in the night
Then the flash of a gun
It was over so fast
The governor had won
The all would hang
By a noose in the sun
For 13 men