I'm a wanted man running hard
A convict tô the state of heart
If I'm found ill hang by the neck
With a gun in hand and an early start
Saddled up with a little tar
Cause when I ride I ain't looking back

Cowboy gunning like an outlaw
Madman running from the Lord's call
Good ol Shepherd's calling home his sheep
Bad boy hit the end of his rope
Sad man's slipping on a death slope
Lord" he's praying: My sin whatn't cheap

Well I'm a looking back am I too far?
My saddle's covered in this tar
And midday heat is scorching my dry throat
Well I played the man but don't look the part
That old horse threw me 7 yards
And landed with a mouthful of hot dirt

Well I'sa Cowboy gunning like an outlaw
Madman running from the Lord's call
Good ol Shepherd's calling home his sheep
Bad boy hit the end of his rope
Sad man's slipping on a death slope
Lord, he's praying: My sin whatn't cheap

Well I'm a dragging myself in the dark
The Moon beam's bright beside the stars as I cry out tô a God that I don't know
Oh I'm afraid Lord I need heaven's part
He said: Son, I'll save you right where ya are
And that wicked man got freedom tô his soul

Cowboy gunning like an outlaw
Madman running from the Lord's call
Good ol Shepherd's calling home his sheep
Bad boy hit the end of his rope
Sad man's slipping on a death slope
Lord " he's praying, my sin whatn't cheap