She was a girl on a wagon train
headed west a-cross the plains.
The train got lost in a summer storm.
They coudln't move west and they couldn't go
home. Then she saw him ridin' through the rain.
He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train.
And she looked down and her heart was gone.
The train went west but she stayed on in Lonesome Dove.
A farmer's daughter with a gentle hand,
A blooming rose in a bed of sand;
She loved the man who wore a star,
A Texas Ranger known near and far.
So they got married and they had a child.
But times were tough and West was wild.
So it was no surprise the day she learned
That her Texas man would not return
To Lonesome Dove.
Back to back with the Rio Grande, a Christian woman in the devil's land.
She learned the language and she learned to fight, but she
never learned how the beat the lonely nights in Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove.
She watched her boy grow to a man.
He had an angel's heart and the devil's hand.
He wore his star for all to see.
He was a Texas lawman legacy.
Then one day word blew into twon.
It seemed the men that shot his father down
Had robbed a bank in Cherico.
Tho only thing 'tween them and Mexico
Was Lonesome Dove.
The shadows stretched across the land
As the shots rang out down the Rio Grande.
And when the smoke had finally cleared the street,
The men lay at the ranger's feet.
But legend tells to this very day
That shots were comin' from an alleyway.
"Though no one knows who held the gun,
There ain't no doubt if you ask someone
In Lonesome Dove.