Lawman

Sylvie gonna bring a little water

Baby's gonna cry till he's fed

And the fire gonna burn down to nothing

Poor folk gon' scrap for a piece of bread

And the preacher's gon' preach from the Bible

Devil's gonna laugh at what he said

Gambler gonna lay down his last gold dollar

Shadow's gonna creep from the farmer's shed

And the lawman

Lawman

Lawman gonna kill my honey dead

Now the ground's gonna freeze when fall is over

And fever gonna burn in a big brass bed

The big iron gonna rust, everything's dust to dust

Lawman gonna kill my honey dead

Yeah, the lawman

Lawman

Lawman gonna kill my honey dead