On the edge of sundown, a man rode into town His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down And as he rode the people stared, tried to look on him He's the man who'll take your life, take your life to boothill
Sleeps by day and rides by night Like a mongrel always lookin' for a fight Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town Only time that he'll be found, is on the edge of sundown
Take you for your dollars babe, take you for your gold Make your life so miserable, he's gonna leave you mean and cold And then he'll head on out, to another town The only time when he'll be found, is on the edge of sundown Next time he'll be sundown.
He's a killer and a robber and he'll make you grieve Shoot you in the back or in your sleep Got no name or identity Livin' in the wind, he's freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
