Posted on 06/11/2015 1:47:21 PM PDT by smokingfrog
Mommas, don’t let your babies to grow up to be outlaws
Thanks.
It has always been one of my favorite Mike Cross songs.
Ah ha, the state is wising up, they do not want the public to accuse them of murder so they hire a bounty hunter to do the job for them.
Bounty hunters used to kill horse thieves and bank robbers to satisfy the lust for killing but now they will take what comes along.
Careful kids you could get shot dead in that water melon patch.
I think y’all might be on to something...(8^D)
THE BOUNTY HUNTER
(Mike Cross)
Good evenin' to you Mister,
The Bounty Hunter said.
You don't know me but I know
There's a price upon your head.
I know you're wanted dead or alive,
That's what the posters say,
But I never shoot a man at night
When he ain't had time to pray.
So I'll give you until sunrise,
Tomorrow, my friend,
Before I come to shoot you down
And bring your body in.
I warn you that I do my work
Quite well with gun or knife.
I've tracked down many a man,
I've taken many of life.
Father, do not mourn for me --
Mother do not weep.
Whatever a man soweth --
That also shall he reap.
I spent a long and sleepless night
With fear upon my breast,
Tryin' to get ready for
My morning duel with death.
I hid up in a hayloft,
Out on the edge of town
And at sunrise the Bounty Hunter
Came to shoot me down.
I fired down at the Bounty Hunter
Standin' in the street.
He raised his gun and fired a round
Of shots back up at me.
He hit my chest and shoulder
And my gun flew from my hand.
Now I'm trapped up in this hayloft,
A wounded, unarmed man.
The Bounty Hunter holds his fire
And hollers up at me,
``Come out and take it like a man,
I'll make it quick and clean.''
I know my time is running out
And there's no way I can stall,
So I reach and grab the pitchfork,
That's hanging on the wall.
My body arches as I stretch
And face the risin' sun
And I feel like a warrior's bow,
Freshly carved and strung.
I launch my body through the air,
And the pitchfork in my hand
Stabs the Bounty Hunter through the chest
And pins him to the sand.
Now my muscles start to rust,
My thoughts are grownin' cold
While Gabriel and Satan,
Shoot craps for my soul.
Listening to the song again, I realize I made a couple of mistakes in the text I wrote from memory.
There should be a "Well" at the beginning of the first line, and in the last line "the" should have been "a."
I had to go back and listen too.
Bounty hunters are not hired by the state, but by the bail bondsmen.
Not all states permit Bounty Hunting. They have no powers in Oregon besides asking the Sherrif nicely
“I’m a bounty in my county”?
You forgot the hound dog.
Bounty hunters do not work for the state...they work for bail bondsmen.
Dont jump bail and you wont have a bounty hunter after you.
Pretty simple eh?
The States don’t hire bounty hungers.
Did you miss the part in the article where Howard fired first?
Hunters, not hungers.
*Real* Outlaw Country
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