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
Stabs 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