You were ridin’ hard cross stony ground
With a price up on your head
The Sheriff got your name up on his wall
You better ride on or your gonna fall

All those crazy nights
Whiskey wild women startin’ dive
bar fights
Sheriff’s gonna get ya
Gonna hunt ya down
If you don’t surrender
Young son of a gun

Young Son of a gun,  Son of a gun
Son of a gun,  Son of a gun

A pretty girl with an ugly heart
She stole your soul one moon lit night
A head full of a whisky couldn’t see the light
The hard rains tumblin’ down
Now listen to the wind a callin’ out your name
This aint’ no joke and it aint’ no game
Don’t you remember what your papa said
Son the devil lies a waitin’ on both ends of a gun

Young son of a gun  Son of a gun
Crazy Son of a gun
Yeah You Better ride on   Better ride on
Better move on    You Better Ride on

Well the county sheriff and the bounty hunter
They finally tracked ya down
They caught you hidin’ out in a silver mine
On the other side of town
Now wild flowers grow on your nameless grave
And the howling winds your friend
The preacher tried to tell ya, save another soul
But the devil waits on both ends of a gun

Son of a gun Young   Son of a gun
Young Son of a gun   Son of a gun
Yeah You Better ride on
Better move on
Better move on
Son of a gun