Ballad of Harry the Kid – Outlaw Legend of the Drew Station Raid!

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“Ballad of Harry the Kid” tells the true story of Harry Head, an outlaw who rode with the Cowboys during the turbulent days of 1881 Arizona. From the failed stagecoach ambush near Drew Station to his final reckoning in New Mexico, this cinematic Western ballad blends gritty storytelling with haunting folk instrumentation. With vivid lyrics, vivid characters, and a chorus echoing through dust and regret, this song honors the forgotten roads where legends like Harry rode fast, lived hard, and vanished into myth.

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Ballad of Harry the Kid – Outlaw Legend of the Drew Station Raid!
LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
In the Arizona sun, 1881,
A boy turned outlaw with a loaded gun.
Harry the Kid, they called his name,
Rode with the Cowboys, chasing fortune and fame.
He wasn’t just stealin’—he was runnin’ from fate,
Crossin' the line 'tween justice and hate.
With Bill, Crane, and King ridin’ close at his side,
They waited near Contention with nothin’ to hide.

[Chorus]
Oh Harry, Harry the Kid,
You danced with the devil, you ran and you hid.
With a wig on your head and a beard made of thread,
You left blood in the dust and the innocent dead.
No saints in the saddle, no clean getaway—
Just ghosts on the trail and a price you must pay.

[Verse 2]
The stage rolled slow past Drew Station that night,
Budd Philpot was drivin’, Bob Paul ready to fight.
A shot rang out where the guard should've been,
But the bullet found Budd, not the lawman within.
Horses went wild, a passenger died,
Pete Roerig caught fire on the outlaw's blind side.
But Paul held his nerve, drew lead in the fray,
Wounded Bill Leonard before they slipped away.

[Chorus]
Oh Harry, Harry the Kid,
You danced with the devil, you ran and you hid.
With a wig on your head and a beard made of thread,
You left blood in the dust and the innocent dead.
No saints in the saddle, no clean getaway—
Just ghosts on the trail and a price you must pay.

[Bridge]
They whispered Doc Holliday’s name through the smoke,
But he swore on his life it was just a cruel joke.
Wyatt and Paul, they took up the chase,
With $2,000 dead or alive on your face.

[Verse 3]
You ran through the desert, you slipped past the line,
To old Mexico’s border, leavin’ justice behind.
But you couldn’t outrun the fate you had made—
In Eureka, New Mexico, your body was laid.
Bill and Ike Haslett drew fast and drew true,
And Harry the Kid, he was through.
But vengeance rode hard with Brocius and Crane,
And the Hasletts paid in blood for the outlaw’s name.

[Final Chorus]
Oh Harry, Harry the Kid,
You danced with the devil, you ran and you hid.
You gambled with death and the West never forgives—
Now your name’s in the wind where no outlaw lives.
No saints in the saddle, no clean getaway—
Just dust on your boots and a soul led astray.

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🎵 Lyrics by: Borna Cuk
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