(Emerson, Lake)
Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun
Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun.
Talk with the Sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she
didn't come clean
Jumped on the Mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is
a queen.
Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't have kissed her, but he
couldn't say no
Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her, so he picked up his suit-case and
decided to go.
Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here
The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the West
He said he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff
The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said lookie here...
Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff
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(Emerson, Lake)
Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun
Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun.
Talk with the Sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she
didn't come clean
Jumped on the Mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is
a queen.
Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't have kissed her, but he
couldn't say no
Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her, so he picked up his suit-case and
decided to go.
Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here
The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the West
He said he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff
The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said lookie here...
Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff
Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun
Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun.
Talk with the Sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she
didn't come clean
Jumped on the Mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is
a queen.
Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't have kissed her, but he
couldn't say no
Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her, so he picked up his suit-case and
decided to go.
Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here
The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the West
He said he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff
The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said lookie here...
Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff