Wanted in Wichita

I rode in with the wind just past midnight

Moonlight carved a halo around my hat

Cards were hot and the whiskey burned like frostbite

When I shot the man who drew first, that was that

The barkeep froze, the piano man kept playing

His girl screamed, I tipped my hat and ran

They said he had a badge, but he weren't wearing

Now I'm wanted in Wichita for killing the law man

Now there's blood on my boots and smoke on my trail

Got a bounty on my soul and the devil on my tail

From Dodge to Durango, they all know my name

But I swear to the Lord I ain't looking for fame

I just pulled when he pulled, but the cards always lie

And the gallows in Wichita are reaching for the sky

Rode through rain with a bullet in my shoulder

Cold still biting deeper than regret

Heard a preacher say you pay for what you're owed, sir

But I ain't cashed my sins just yet

Now there's blood on my boots and smoke on my trail

Got a bounty on my soul and the devil on my tail

From Dodge to Durango, they all know my name

But I swear to the Lord I ain't looking for fame

I just pulled when he pulled, but the cards always lie

And the gallows in Wichita are reaching for the sky

If I die with my boots on, don't mourn me too long

I live by the iron, the rhythm, the song

Let them say I was reckless or say I was brave

But I ain't digging my own shallow grave

Now there's blood on my boots and smoke on my trail

Got a bounty on my soul and the devil on my tail

Tell the judge in Kansas I ain't gonna cry

Let him hang me in Wichita

At least I'll die high