On a summer's day in August, a man came into town
He rode a big black stallion, he was dressed in black and brown
His hair was long and wavy, pulled back in a ponytail
His face and hands were leathery from his years on the trail
He wore a pair of shiny coats, his belt all filled with lead
He knew if you were on the run with a price put on your head
He stopped at the sheriff's office for the news about McBeal
He was this reckless outlaw and he wanted to make
a deal
Thomas Jones, Thomas Jones, he collects your simple bones
He knows when you've crossed with the law
Thomas Jones, Thomas Jones, he collects your simple bones
He's the quickest bounty hunter on the draw
But the sight of Thomas at the door
Made the sheriff's office go wild

He knew his reputation well, so he could hardly speak
He tracked that outlaw named McBeal straight into the bar
And folks went mighty quiet, how could this come so far?
He said, McBeal, your bones are mine, I've come to take you in
Your days of crime are over
And it's time to face your fate
It's your sin
McBeal just laughed and drew his gun
He didn't mind the law
Then he drew his final breath
He was the slowest on the draw
Thomas Jones, Thomas Jones, he collects your simple bones
He knows when you've crossed with the law
Thomas Jones, Thomas Jones, he collects your simple bones
He's the quickest bounty hunter on the draw
So you better learn this lesson
You better be aware
Stay on the path of justice
Be sure if you don't care
Cause if you cross the lines of law
No one can save your soul
I'm telling you the honest truth
You'll face them all again


At Thomas Jones
Thomas Jones, Thomas Jones, he collects your simple bones
He knows when you've crossed with the law
Thomas Jones, Thomas Jones, he collects your simple bones
He's the quickest bounty hunter on the draw
Thomas Jones, Thomas Jones, he collects your simple souls
So you better know
They do belong to Thomas Jones
Yeah, Thomas Jones, Thomas Jones, he collects your simple bones
So your bones, they do belong to Thomas Jones