The Bounty Hunter (Mike Cross) Good evenin' 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 gun or knife. I've tracked down many a man, I've taken many of 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 hayloft, Out on the edge of town And at sunrise the Bounty Hunter Came to shoot me down. I fired down at the Bounty Hunter Standin' 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 hayloft, A wounded, unarmed man. 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 running out And there's no way I can stall, So I reach and grab the pitchfork, That's hanging on the wall. My body arches as I stretch And face the risin' sun And I feel like a warrior's bow, Freshly carved and strung. I launch my body through the air, And the pitchfork in my hand Stabs the Bounty Hunter through the chest And pins him to the sand. Now my muscles start to rust, My thoughts are grownin' cold While Gabriel and Satan, Shoot craps for my soul. Copyright Mike Cross tune is a slight variant on BUFFSKN2 BR
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