The Killing Type

Nobody smiling as we rode across the desert ground One day, seven miles out of Freedom Town Six men, we were following one Buckskin rider with a murdering gun Riding towards the hills as the sun started falling down Can't stop covering ground Ain't no stopping 'til we lay him down One day soon he'll see That there ain't nobody that's better than me Next morning, found a note that he left behind Lost his trail in the holler and we lost some time Could it be that he was desert wise He left us water and some good advice Awful kind for a man who was the killing type Can't stop covering ground Ain't no stopping 'til we lay him down One day soon he'll see That there ain't nobody that's better than me Past the quarry, and the mine, and the riverbend We found him there at his home and he brought us in He had a wife same name as mine Was it just the wrong place wrong time Sure didn't seem like a man who was the killing type