Die Bank Von Santa Fé

It was the night of the wild riders
And storm and wind were the companions
And Brandy Grant rode at the front
Because Brandy was the best shooter

(Holla heh)
Holla holla he-he
Today we storm the Bank of Santa Fé

And there were none on the Rio Grande
Which was worse than this gang
Because Brandy Grant rode at the front
And Brandy was the best shooter

(Holla heh)
Holla holla he-he
Today we storm the Bank of Santa Fé

In every bank they came to
Was there no money they didn't take
And Brandy Grant always took the most
Only he could afford it

(Holla heh)
Holla holla he-he
Today we storm the Bank of Santa Fé

But Santa Fé was prepared
The wild crowd was outwitted
And Brandy Grant fell at the top
And he was also the best shooter

(Holla heh)
Holla holla he-he
And the Bank of Santa Fé still stands