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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.
- Álbum:
- Docs Prescription
- The Definitive Doc Watson
- Americana Master Series: Best Of Doc Watson
- Miscellaneous
- Memories
- Doc Watson Live In San Francisco 1964
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: (2002)
- Old Timey Concert
- Celtic Drinking Songs
- Third Generation Blues
- The Vanguard Years
- Live From San Francisco (S.F. State College, 1965)
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass - Memphis Slim & Doc Watson...
- Corn Likker Blues
- The Rambling Hobo & Other Favorites
- Doc Watson At Gerdes Folk City
- Doc Watson on Stage
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass: Memphis Slim & Doc Watson
- Blues Unplugged
- Men of Classic Country, Vol. 1