WILDWOOD BOYS (J. Dickinson-R. Cooder) from the "Long Riders" sound track:

This here was our situation, we was just young wildwood boys.
As new as the birth of the nation, the kind that the Army employs.
Hard riding Rebs from Missouri, we fought for the grey and Quantrell.
Caught up by the battle and fury, back when just living was hell.

After the battle was over, after the Union had won,
It was quitting that made us the loser, so we kept doing just what we'd done.
Riding as comrades together, we looted the trains and the banks.
Removing that carpetbag money, and sticking it hard to the Yanks.

Death always follows behind you, when you ride down that old outlaw trail.
Someday a bullet will find you, or you'll rot like a corpse in some jail.
Turning your back to the danger is a wager no man can afford,
'Cause gold turns a friend to a stranger, like old Judas turned on our Lord

Men are revered and remembered, while they lay in their coffins and rot.
Some live in the legends of history, while most are forever forgot.
Victory goes to the strongest, and only the strong will survive.
But survival is living the longest, 'cause nobody gets out alive.

The questions don't never get answered, and the rights, they're remembered all wrong.
The facts can get plenty confusing, so someday if you're singing this song,
Remember it's just for the record; you can't change the handwork of fate.
And tell 'em I lived for the moment. And I died when I tried to go straight.