We can talk about the money I owe
If they can catch me before I go
But they better start moving
‘Cos I won’t be slow
I’m leaving this town tomorrow
Where I’m bound I can’t tell
I’m leaving this town tomorrow
Too many people know my face
It fits everything wrong in this place.
I may take the early morning train
Or I might hit the open trail
Got to keep them guessing
Cause them some delay.
I’m leaving this town maybe tonight
Where I’m going I can’t tell
I’m leaving this town maybe tonight
Fed up with the hangman following me
Whatever they’re plotting
Won’t hang around to see.
What can you do when the dice is loaded?
What can you do when you’re a marked man?
They can talk about the man laid low
But they won’t see me before I go
I’m leaving this town right away
Where I’m going I don’t know
Leaving this town right away
Hounds on my trail sniffing for me
Got to get to where my spirit is free.
©2003 Michael Squire
Tags: accusations, dice, fate, hangman, judgement, outsiders, Song Lyrics, Songs, town, western
