[Instrumental emotional long intro] [Intro] Sunrise paints the mesa red, a brushstroke on the sky Another day for dusty roads, beneath a hawk's keen eye Coffee's black and bitter, just the way I like it still Another name scratched from the list, another bounty to fulfill Boot prints fading in the red clay road Wanted posters curling on a busted pole Your name spelled wrong, but the price reads clear And I can smell your fear from here. [Instrumental long solo] [Verse] 'm a bounty hunter Paid by the trouble you bring You can hide in the cracks of this broken land But I ride in with the first light of spring I'm a bounty hunter Cold coin, hot wind in my face You can run, you can pray, you can change your name But I'm still gonna give you to the rope's embrace (hey!) I’m a bounty hunter Not your savior, not your friend I just follow numbers To the start of someone’s end Say your prayers, say ’em faster ’Fore the daylight burns away I’m the shadow in your pasture When the wanted signs your name. [Instrumental long solo] [Verse 2] We meet at high noon in a hollowed-out town (oh) One twitch, one breath, one last go-round You reach for the grip, I already have mine You fall in the dirt I just tip my brim and ride Saw a wanted poster, faded and torn Said "Billy the Kid," born of the morn Eyes like a hawk, a quick hand too But the law says his time is overdue. [Instrumental long solo] [Verse 3] I’m a bounty hunter, baby, I don’t break my word Follow every rumor, every half-spoke word Your name on my tongue like dust on my teeth Ride till I catch you or the ground catches me Some nights the wind howls a mournful tune Beneath the pale, unforgiving moon I wonder if there's more to life than this endless chase A quiet cabin, a smiling face But the jingle of silver, it calls my name Fuels this lonely, burning flame. [Instrumental long solo] [Outro] Some folks say I got a heart of stone Living out here, all alone But every man's got a path to tread And mine leads to the living or the dead. Don't ask me if I sleep at night Just know I'm gone before the morning light. Maybe one day there’ll be a price on me Cardboard face nailed to a leaning old tree ‘Cause every man chasing is a man being chased By the look in the mirror he can’t quite face (oh) [Instrumental long solo] [end]
