Lyrics

Im on the run, they aint got me yet A black stetson hat and a price upon my head Im riding hard, high across the plains I gotta get some place, where nobody knows my name. And I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico Gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low Here I go Jesus sang in all minor keys But there aint no bars could ever hold a man like me And I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico Gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low Here I go Bridge Too young to die, too old to start again The undertakers daughter, she dont even know my name Oh such a shame And I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico Gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low Cos Ive got nothing left to lose, get off these dusty boots Ive gotta make it to the border fore they get me to the gallows pole I feel that rattle in my bones, all the way down to Mexico Gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low Here I go Let the credits roll
Writer(s): Martin Harley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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