Cowboy Gunning Lyrics

I'm a wanted man running hard

A convict to the state of heart

If im found ill hang by the neck

With a gun in hand and an early start

Saddled up with a little tar

Cause when I ride I ain't looking back

Cowboy gunning like an outlaw

Madman running from the Lord's call

Good ol Shepherd's calling home his sheep

Bad boy hit the end of his rope

Sad man's slipping on a death slope

"Lord" he's praying, "My sin whatn't cheap"

Well I'm a looking back am I too far?

My saddle's covered in this tar

And midday heat is scorching my dry throat

Well I played the man but don't look the part

That old horse threw me 7 yards

And landed with a mouthful of hot dirt

well I'sa Cowboy gunning like an outlaw

Madman running from the Lord's call

Good ol Shepherd's calling home his sheep

Bad boy hit the end of his rope

Sad man's slipping on a death slope

"Lord" he's praying, "My sin whatn't cheap"

Well I'm a dragging myself in the dark

The moon beam's bright beside the stars as I cry out to a God that I don't know

Oh I'm afraid Lord I need heaven's part

He said, "Son, I'll save you right where ya are"

And that wicked man got freedom to his soul

Cowboy gunning like an outlaw

Madman running from the Lord's call

Good ol Shepherd's calling home his sheep

Bad boy hit the end of his rope

Sad man's slipping on a death slope

"Lord" he's praying, "My sin whatn't cheap"

"Lord" he's praying, "My sin whatn't cheap"