Reese Anderson ain't known fer' much in history.
He was a cowpoke who lived by the rule,
"I'll do unto you as you do unto me."
He worked fer' Granville Stuart,
who had a ranch up Montana way.
He worked hard an played harder,
an' didn't have a lot ta' say.
Cowpokin's a hard enough job as it is
without rustlers an' horse thieves an' such.
It's why ranchers like cowboys like Reese,
good men who come thru' in a clutch.
Reese up an' volunteered
ta' lead a dozen peers
throughout the Lower Judith Basin.
The bandits an' robbers,
rustlers an' thieves,
all of 'um they commenced ta' chasin'.
Many a bad hombre
chose ta' hideout
between Judith rivers an' Musselshell.
Reese an' his crew
caught twenty-three of the fools,
with a one-way ticket ta' Hell.
Ya' see, they were caught red-handed,
with cattle an' cayuse mix-branded.
And since each chose ta' play,
they now rue the day,
cuz' of what vigilante justice demanded.
Justice demanded payment in full
who never give back.
So Reese an' his crew --
vigilant vigilantes --
made nooses ta' stretch each one's neck.
Caught with the cattle,
an' caught with the horses,
the twenty-three outlaws
had no recourse.
Ya' need not feel sorry,
an' ya' need not feel sad,
cuz' they each had a choice
an' they chose ta' be bad.
They thought honest folks
were chickens fer' pluckin',
til the noose touched their necks
then they started cluckin'.
we won't sin again."
"We know that ya' won't,"
said Reese an' his men.
They swatted hind-quarters,
the horses did jump,
the outlaws all dangled,
an' half took a dump.
Well, crime isn't pretty,
an' it rarely does pay.
An' there will always be a day of reckoning...
an' that day was their day.