Baker & DeCocq - Wanted Man Lyrics

With a dust storm at your heels
And your six gun by your side
You're a farmers son on a rebels run
With a lust for suicide
A hard riding, fast gliding
Slick son of a bitch
Got an urge for the fast life
And a trigger finger itch
You take what you want
And you kill just for fun
A real life cowboy dealing with death under the sun

There waiting for you somewhere
With a rope that bears your name
And the price upon your head
Keeps growing with your fame
Someday, somewhere
They'll put your dead ass in the ground
You get what you play for
Wanted man

You realize nothing's stable
Like the day turns into night
And although you've been a winner
Once you lose, that ends the fight
So pillage, rape, and plunder
Cut em down if they're in your way
You're a farmers son on a rebels run
And only death stands in your way

There waiting for you somewhere
With a rope that bears your name
And the price upon your head
Keeps growing with your fame
Someday, somewhere
They'll put your dead ass in the ground
You get what you play for
Wanted man