This is a real modern movie-style ballad, and the kind of ones I've been singing that are sort of...
This is kind of dramatic, though, you'll have to give it credit for that.
Bullet in my shoulder.
Blood running down my vest.
Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest.
Till I became a wanted man, I've never even owned a gun.
Now they hunt me like a mountain cat, and I'm always on the run.
I killed poor Jet Bryant in a battle of 805.
Killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night.
Jet's brother's out to get me, he's coming with his gang.
I'd rather shoot it out by gosh, than let him watch me hang.
Bullet in my shoulder.
Blood running down my vest.
Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest.
Till I became a wanted man, I've never even owned a gun.
Now they hunt me like a mountain cat, and I'm always on the run.
She had spangles on her red dress.
She had laughter in her voice.
And when he tried to put his hands on her, my heart left me no choice.
Well, was she really worth it? I guess I'll never know.
Same with breaking someone else's right when I'm six feet below.
Bullet in my shoulder.
Blood running down my vest.
Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest.
Till I became a wanted man, I've never even owned a gun.
Now they hunt me like a mountain cat, and I'm always on the run.
Now they hunt me like a mountain cat, and I'm always on the run.