The town is down on your run, Willie Run.
Wilma was your darling, Wilma was fun.
They found her by the tracks this morning, did.
Your name was mentioned, that was enough said.
Your pappy died a killer,
boy,
your brother did too.
So run, Willie, run, that's all you can do.
Run, Willie, run, boy, run for your life.
Tomorrow she would have been your wife.
She died last night, boy, in the rain.
And you poor Willie, you got the blame.
Her pa is the leader of twelve bad men.
There's hate in his heart and a rope in his hand.
So run, Willie, run, boy, run for your life.
Tomorrow she would have been your wife.
Sorry for you, Willie, that your horse ran lame.
Now you'll never get to clear your name.
It's for you, Willie, the rope and the tree.
So pray, boy, pray, here comes eternity.
You ran,
Willie,
ran,
boy,
you ran for your life.
Tomorrow she would have been your wife.
It's all right, boy.
You'll be with her soon, boy.
Yeah, you'll be with her tonight.
You'll
see her tonight, boy.
You'll be with her tonight.