Runnin’ from the Hangman (Live Stadium Rock Version)

The sheriff’s posse’s closin’ in, hoofbeats poundin’ through the sand, I’ve got a price on my ol’ hide, a six-gun in my hand. Robbed a stage in Abilene, left a trail of gold and lies, Now the noose is callin’ loud, beneath these blood-red skies. I’m runnin’ from the hangman, ridin’ hard and fast, Livin’ like a shadow, with a devil in my past. The rope might catch me someday, but not tonight, my friend, I’m runnin’ from the hangman, ‘til the bitter end. The saloon gals whisper low, “That boy’s a wanted soul,” But I’ve danced with death before, and I ain’t paid her toll. A stolen horse, a moonlit trail, the canyon’s my disguise, Every shot of whiskey burns, every star’s a lawman’s eyes. I’m runnin’ from the hangman, ridin’ hard and fast, Livin’ like a shadow, with a devil in my past. The rope might catch me someday, but not tonight, my friend, I’m runnin’ from the hangman, ‘til the bitter end. The preacher says redemption’s near, but I don’t hear his call, I’ve carved my name in wanted signs, and I’ll outrun ‘em all. Through the sagebrush and the thunder, with the wind against my face, Freedom’s worth the gamble in this outlaw’s race. I’m runnin’ from the hangman, ridin’ hard and fast, Livin’ like a shadow, with a devil in my past. The rope might catch me someday, but not tonight, my friend, I’m runnin’ from the hangman, ‘til the bitter end. So raise a glass to renegades, who ride where eagles soar, I’ll dodge that noose ‘til my last breath, and maybe one day more. Runnin’ from the hangman, it’s the only life I know, A rebel ‘til the gallows claim this restless soul.