Songtext
A life always on the run
Under the gun
Cold eye legend fending from
A brother's arm
Morgan, Urilla, my unborn son
All dead and gone
Josephine will bury me
I go alone
Escape on claim
From a house of ill fame
I deal the faro
Leave us alone, I'll fly off the handle
It's known, high and low
The wolf in the fold
Alive inspite of vendetta
I'm moving on
My soul sings a Tombstone song
When trouble has come
Morgan, Urilla, my unborn son
All dead and gone
Josephine will bury me