Wanted Man

Till I became a wanted man, I never owned a gun, But now they hunt me like a mountain cat, And I'm always, always, always on the run I killed poor Jed Bryant In a bad Laredo fight, Killed him with my bare hands For the girl I loved that night. Jed's brother's out to get me, He's comin' with a gang I'd rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em see me hang Bullet in my shoulder, Blood runnin' down my vest, Twenty in the posse, And they're never gonna let me rest. Till I became a wanted man, I never owned a gun, But now they hunt me like a mountain cat, And I'm always, always, always on the run Spangles on her red dress Laughter in her voice, When he tried to put his hands on her My heart left me no choice. But was she really worth it? I guess I'll never know, She'll be drinkin' someone else's rye when I'm six feet below. Bullet in my shoulder, Blood runnin' down my vest, Twenty in the posse, And they're never gonna let me rest. Till I became a wanted man, I never owned a gun, But now they hunt me like a mountain cat, And I'm always, always, always on the run. --- Wanted Man - Frankie Laine