I'm a killer on the lamb

I don't mind living with some blood on my hands.

You're life to me ain't worth a damn

To this killer on the lamb



We were twins to be born that day

But I could never let it be that way

Mama's life line proved a good noose.

With a taste for killing I was on the loose

My folks hated me for what I did that day

So I slit their throats, sent em to their grave

Lot of good killing was ahead of me.



Met a mountain girl from a mining town

Our first time when the sun went down

All she wanted was to marry me

So I cut her where she loved me

And watched her bleed

Her daddy from the holler so her blood so red

So I drug him in the river and I drowned him dead



Wore out my welcome in Arkansas

Killed a Christian family of the pentacost

Georgia cracker was a talking at me

So I cut out his tongue, hung from a tree

Now the southern law wants to put me in jail

But ill still be killing when I'm burning in hell.