Текст: Marty Robbins. No. 1 Cowboy. Five Brothers.

Five brothers who left Arkansas

Set out to find the gambler

Who murdered their pa

Five brothers and three in their teens

Gotta find the man

Who killed their pa in New Orleans


They heard of him in Houston

And his trail was leadin' west

He'd left there many months ago

And so they couldn't rest

Five brothers and three in their teens

Gotta find the man

Who killed their pa in New Orleans

New Orleans


The sun was hot as fire

And the nights were cold as steel

Hate was strong and youth was wild

And so they couldn't feel

Five brothers and three in their teens

Gotta find the man

Who killed their pa in New Orleans


His trail led to the Badlands

And the desert promised death


The gambler's odds were different now

He treasured every breath

Five brothers and three in their teens

Close behind the man

Who killed their pa in New Orleans

New Orleans


When first they saw the killer

He was by the waterhole

Five rifles rang out through the night

They killed the gambler cold

Five brothers and three in their teens

Finally got the man

Who killed their pa in New Orleans


The desert is their keeper now

For this a traveler said

That poison lived within the hole

Now six of them are dead

Five brothers and three in their teens

Lay beside the man

Who killed their pa in New Orleans

Lay beside the man

Who killed their pa in New Orleans