Crossfire

I followed him across the land He had a gun in his hand He said I'm not the kind of man to follow Because I cheat and rob and kill And always lie and always will I'll leave you in some dark and dusty hollow I've got nothing to admire And you'll get caught... I followed him across the land He had a gun in his hand He said I'm not the kind of man to follow Because I cheat and rob and kill And always lie and always will I'll leave you empty, dark and cold, and hollow I've got nothing to admire And you'll get caught in the crossfire And since that white hot day in June I kept his fires, licked his wounds I dragged him from his horse and he lay bleeding I pulled the bullets from his arm, hid him in some dusty farm He said that I had something he was needing But I've got nothing to admire And you'll get caught in the crossfire And in the morning sun I took his horse, I took his gun I rode off all alone With my heart cold as stone Because I cheat and rob and kill I always lie, always will I'm not the kind of girl that you should follow I'll take your horse by the reigns I'll ride away across the plains I'll leave you empty, dark and cold and hollow I've got nothing to admire And you'll get caught in the crossfire