G D C
1) He must have been a rider, of that high lonesome 
country,
G
Must have been a-lookin' for the gold,
F G
Or perhaps he was the last of that trappin' age gone 
past,
F C G
If so, he was gettin' mighty old.
G D C
2) But he rode the Great Divide, with the windsong at 
his side,
G
As he made his way up through the pines,
F G
The spirit of the land must have touched that one lone 
man,
F C G

Wish that I could look back through all that Time,
Refrain: F C G
Joe Baker was his name, and I guess the story's plain,
F C G
What Time had left us here beneath the sun,
F C G
Cause all that we got, is some writing on a rock,
F C G
And an old rusted, dusted, busted gun.
3) Well, the day when it come, must have been the same 
as some,
Must have been a-ridin' high in the sun.
But when the bear made his move, he didn't think of 
when or lose,
Just dropped his reins and grabbed for his gun.
(Repeat Refrain)
4) He was built like a mountain, a brazen silver tip,
And where he roamed there was no doubt that he was 
king,
Like the ruler of a land, and you've got to understand,
To him a bullet didn't mean a damn thing.