You were riding through hard rocky terrain With a price above your head The sheriff put your name on his wall You better get on or you'll fall All those crazy nights The wild women of whiskey start to dive Bar fights The sheriff is going to get you I'm going to hunt you If you don't give up Young son of a bitch Young son of a gun, son of a gun Son of a gun, son of a gun A pretty girl with an ugly heart He stole your soul on a full Moon night A head full of whiskey couldn't see the light The hard rains falling Now listen to the wind calling your name This is not a joke, and it is not a game Don't you remember what your father said The son of the devil waits at both ends of a gun Young son of a gun son of a gun Crazy son of a gun Yes, you better get on You better get on You better move You better get on Well the county sheriff and the bounty hunter They finally located you They caught you hiding in a silver mine On the other side of town Now wildflowers grow on your nameless grave And the howling winds of your friend The preacher tried to tell you, save another soul But the devil waits at both ends of a gun Son of a gun young son of a gun Young son of a gun son of a gun Yes, you better get on Better move on Better move on Motherfucker