Bring me my whiskey

I'm checking out

Gonna be a long time, girl

I'm going south

Shot up the mountain

Robbed that train

No way out, little girl

To get away clean



The sheriff's like lightning

Raised from the dead

A bullet with my name, little girl

Came at my head

Two-time loser

Breaking the law

Can't get away, little girl, because

A somebody saw



The sheriff ist coming - found me out

The lines of confusion are burning me down

I know what I done - lotta men do

But all that I wanted was to get home to you

Baby, I'm going south



So bring me my whiskey

In the tallest glass

Gonna be a long time, little girl

But it might be the last

Take me down to Folsom

Sheriff John Law

Flirting with death, little girl

Somebody talked