Good evening to you mister
The bounty hunter said
You don't know me
But I know there's a price upon your head
I know you're wanted dead or alive
That's what the posters say
But I never shoot a man at night
When he ain't had time to pray
So I'll give you until sunrise
Tomorrow my friend
Before I come to shoot you down
And bring your body in
I warn you that I do my work
Quite well with a gun or knife
I've tracked down many a man
I've taken many a life
Father do not mourn for me
Mother do not weep
Whatever a man soweth
That also shall he reap
I spent a long and sleepless night
With fear upon my breast
Tryin' to get ready for
My morning duel with death
I hid up in a hay loft
Out on the edge of town
And at sunrise the bounty hunter
Came to shoot me down.
I fired down at the bounty hunter
Standing in the street.
He raised his gun,
And fired a round of shots back up at me
He hit my chest and shoulder
And my gun flew from my hand.
Now I'm trapped up in this hay loft
A wounded unarmed man.
Father do not mourn for me
Mother do not weep
Whatever a man soweth
That also shall he reap
The bounty hunter holds his fire
And hollers up at me
Come out and take it like a man
I'll make it quick and clean
I know my time is runnin' out
There's no way I can stall
So I reach and grab the pitch fork
That's hanging on the wall
My body arches as I stretch to face the rising sun
And I feel like a warriors bow
Freshly carved and strung
I launch my body through the air
The pitch fork in my hand
Stabbs the bounty hunter through the chest
Pins him to the sand
Now my muscles
Start to rust
My thoughts are growing cold
While Gabriel and Satan
Shoot craps for my soul