Lyrics

Holding my ticket for a one-way trip on down to the Rio Grande
After last night, holding on to king-high gave me a winning hand
The pot made me a wealthy man, I’d soon be living beyond my means
But in my light came the darkness of the night in some form of bad company

He eye’d me down from behind his hat, he shot daggers into my soul
Fingers twitching right by his side, I could feel his stare going cold
“I ain’t looking for trouble” I said while gripping my winnings tight
He didn’t budge, I got a hunch I better leave before a firefight

Boy, you better run, you better run
Before you spend your last day under the sun
Boy, you better run, you better run
Before you’re shot down by that Six Shootin’ Son of a Gun

Ain’t no easy way out, I’m in outlaw hunting grounds
Guess I should’ve stayed in my lane
I’d rather risk getting taken out like this than work my 9 to 5 ball and chain

Boy, you better run, you better run
Before you spend your last day under the sun
Boy, you better run, you better run
Before you’re shot down by that Six Shootin’ Son of a Gun

I took off running in a full on sprint
Hindsight 20/20 should’ve taken the hint
When they told me, stay away from that dusty bar
Shots rang out right above my head
I knew that outlaw wanted me dead
And getting shot down tonight wasn’t in the cards

Boy, you better run, you better run
Before you spend your last day under the sun
Boy, you better run, you better run
Before you’re shot down by that Six Shootin’ Son of a Gun
(Oh, you better run boy!)