Tekster: Motley Crue. Outlaw.

Long, hard trails underneath the Texas sun
Rode into the town, I was lookin' for some action
Drier than a cactus had my back against the wall

Suckin' down the hooch when I heard the stranger yell, "Draw"
Tried to do some talkin' but his hand was on his gun
I was quicker to the trigger so now I'm on the run

No, I'm an outlaw running like the rest
No one buys my story that I shot in self defense
Outlaw, runnin' from the pack
Baby, here they come, yeah, they're breathin' down my back

Hi-ho silver, now they're comin' after me
Gotta keep movin' or they'll hang me from an old tree
Tell my wife and kids, I'll see them when I can
Gotta keep movin', I am a wanted man

Tried to do some talkin' but his gun was at my head
Quicker to the trigger and I pumped him full of lead