Lyrics

Well son of a gun We've got them on the run This time we'll smoke them out And bring them to justice now You see they killed three men And fleeced their kin And then crossed into the Carolinas They say there's word that they're hurt And hiding out in the mountains in the mines Runnin' out, well they're runnin' out of space and time And I don't know if we'll get out of here alive Come on out with your, Come on out with your Come on out with your hands held high This life is all I've known Set up to fail Then be shot down Well you sit out there and wait us out and say It's only a matter of time While we're stuck in here contemplating the end of our lives Are you coming out? Well then come on out Well then come on out the door C'mon son Well let's have some fun I'll give you what for And I hope I kill you I hope I send you To that distant shore C'mon out then Come on out the door Well you know you know you know you now I never wanted this life I had dreams and hopes And they're dying with me tonight It's the end of the line There's nowhere to go Oh, I know I'm coming out Well I'm coming out just for you You You I'm gone
Writer(s): Stephen Douglas Pitkin, Casey Michael Laforet, Mark Andrew Sasso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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