One dark dirtee mornin’ I was headed to town, grabbed my rifle and shot a man down, 

Stole his money and his horse got his gold . . . I’m leavin’ Saint Helens for Mexico. 

I fell asleep at the side of the road, I was feelin’ sorry cuz I shot my friend Joe, 

He didn’t deserve to be dumped in a ditch . . .  I never thought murder would become my niche.

You are the hero of your own story, this here train is bound for glory. 

Never look back, never return, ‘cuz your fate is still un-learned,  your fate is still un-learned. 

I rode his horse, far away from the kill, tried to forget what I done on Bunker Hill, 

The days went by, Joe’s money spent well, I soaked myself in whiskey, changed my name to Miguel. 

Back in Saint Helens, the Sheriff fingered me, I had left a hoofprint next to that body. 

For some dern reason, they were mad as heck . . . the Sheriff led a posse with a rope for my neck. 

You are the hero of your own story, this here train is bound for glory. 

Never look back, never return, ‘cuz your fate is still un-learned, your fate is still un-learned.   

Away in Mexico, I bought a saloon, I named it Joe’s and was drunk before noon, 

No matter what, I felt sorry for Joe, but that was in Saint Helens, so mucho tiempo.  

I prayed for mercy, I found some sacred ground,  put away the bottle, I began to rebound. 

Found myself a wife and was livin’ so free . . . that was when that posse caught up to me. 

You are the hero of your own story, this here train is bound for glory. 

Never look back, never return, ‘cuz your fate is still un-learned, your fate is still un-learned. 

My sweet senorita cried and cried for me, the Sheriff read the charge, “Murder in that First Degree!”  

The posse took me right straight to the noose, this is why this song is called the Bunker Hill Blues. 

The posse gathered round, they all listened to me, I said I understand why you don’t feel sorry, 

I wish I had learned to be a better man,  but if I had the chance I’d do it all over again. 

You are the hero of your own story, this here train is bound for glory. 

Never look back, never return, ‘cuz your fate is still un-learned, 

Your fate is still un-learned, your fate is still un-learned.                    MERRY CHRISTMAS !