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The Wild Journey of Burton C. Mossman: From Illinois to the Red Desert
LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
Burton C. Mossman was born in the North,
But the West pulled him south like a wild, roaring force.
Left Illinois farmland for red desert skies,
Where a man earns his name by the fire in his eyes.
By twenty he rode as the boss of the crew,
With a Hashknife badge and a sky-dusted view.
He chased down the rustlers, made outlaws obey,
In the hard-baked land near the Diamond A.
[Verse 2]
Elected a sheriff, then back to the range,
Built stage lines and stores, rode through hell for a change.
Had shootouts in Springer, in cantinas down south,
But the man never trembled, not a word from his mouth.
Faced off in Mazatlán with a soldier in gold,
Duel at dawn — one bullet each, hearts cold.
His Colt rang first, the captain fell still,
A month in a jail — then he slipped past the hill.
[HOOK]
🎵 He rode like thunder, spoke soft like the rain,
Brought law with his rifle and fire in his vein.
From Sonoran shadows to Arizona clay,
He carved out his name — at Diamond A. 🎵
[Verse 3]
He walked into fire where no lawmen would go,
Down to Sonora, through danger and woe.
To catch Chacon, the borderland snake,
He posed as an outlaw — all for justice's sake.
He met Alvord alone, no pistol in hand,
Made a deal with the devil to save his land.
Months in the shadows, waiting for sign,
Then the trap was set on that thin border line.
[Verse 4]
"Hands up, Chacon!" — he lit his last smoke,
The outlaw just smiled, thought it was a joke.
But Mossman stood firm, no tremble, no flinch,
Said, “You move one damn inch, and I’ll bury you in a pinch.”
Stiles took the gun, they bound him in rope,
With the sun at their backs and a glimmer of hope.
Through canyon and cactus, they rode to the track,
The killer caught clean — and he never came back.
[HOOK – repeat with chorus feel]
🎵 He rode like thunder, spoke soft like the rain,
Brought law with his rifle and fire in his vein.
From Sonoran shadows to Arizona clay,
He carved out his name — at Diamond A. 🎵
[Bridge – slower, reflective]
They say he stepped down, hung his badge on the wall,
Bought himself land where the coyotes call.
But legends don’t die — they just ride out of frame,
When folks speak of honor, they still say his name.
[Final Chorus – strong and slow]
🎵 He rode like thunder, spoke soft like the rain,
Brought law with his rifle and fire in his vein.
From ghost towns and gun smoke to that New Mexico plain,
They still whisper the legend... of Diamond A. 🎵
[Outro – spoken over soft guitar]
"He wasn’t the fastest draw... but he was the last one standing."
— Burton C. Mossman, Captain of the Arizona Rangers.
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🎵 Lyrics by: Borna Cuk
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