Big kid Josie rode away in the sunset covered sky A lynching mob had strung his friend up right before his eyes He didn't know what they'd both done He sure as hell would end up one A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun If he didn't move on Get out of here
The sheriff followed Josie's trail from Kansas City west He said he'd put a bullet right through poor old Josie's chest But Josie wasn't like the rest He don't like bullet holes in his vest In fact he'd do his very best Don't want any arrest Don't want to be the guest Of the sheriff
The nights got so damn cold, he couldn't stand the pace He looked again for sheriff's men but couldn't see a trace Josie found a nice warm place But then the sheriff solved the case Poked at gun at Josie's face And said lookie here
Sheriff rode him into town with Josie looking sad He didn't know about the six-gun big kid Josie had Then Josie drew his gun real fast Gave the sheriff one big blast Now Josie runs the town at last A legend from the past Nobody ever messed with the sheriffTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
