It was on a Sunday night and the moon was shining bright
Stevie Allen held his baby in his lap.
And he told his weeping wife, " We must save this precious life,
Even though it means a journey through the Gap. "

The mother tried in vain to relieve the baby's pain,
Well she knew that death was waiting in the Gap.
And her heart was filled with woe, for she knew he'd surely go,
When he laid the little fellow in her lap.

Stevie said, " It's bright and clear and you need not have a fear,
For I do not think they'll watch the road tonight.
I'll go riding like the wind and I'll soon be back again
With the medicine from good old Doctor Wright. "

He saddled up his gray, and she watched him ride away.
She prayed like mountain wives have prayed before.
For she knew the Owens clan was a-gunnin' for her man,
And she thought perhaps she'd never see him more.

Soon the baby hushed its cries, and she closed his little eyes,
And all night she sat in silence by the bed.
Well she knew it was too late, for the gray stood at the gate,
And she knew her man lying cold and dead.

Oh they took poor Stevie's life and they left his weeping wife,
Both husband and a baby dear she gave.
But the Lord will make them pay and they'll surely rue the day
That they laid poor Stevie Allen in his grave.