There he goes! him!
Don't let him get away,
man!
One hour ahead of the posse
The bloodhounds are hot on the trail
Last evening I shot down my sweetheart
This morning I broke out of jail
My pinto is tired and hungry,
and I'm feeling weary an d gone.
We started ahead of the posse,
and we gotta keep going on.
The sheriff has sworn he will get me,
he's riding with twenty and five.
But I ain't afraid of that posse,
for they'll never get me alive.
Ha ha ha ha,
one hour ahead of the posse
No turning to left or to right
We must win the race to the river
For they'll be a -hanging tonight
We're gonna
hang him tonight
One hour ahead of the posse
No time for remorse or regret
But somehow her blue eyes still haunt me
Her laughter is taunting me yet
It started the night that I met her
She kissed me and vowed she would care
I traded the gold in my pocket
To fondle the gold in her hair
She lied when she said that she loved me
She lied with each kiss that she gave
She lied till the moment I caught her
And now she lies still in her grave
One hour ahead of the posse
The night is a -comin' on fast
Just one little mile to the Rio
And we'll shake that posse at last
We're nearing the end of our journey
We ain't got a second to spare
The hoofbeats are closer and closer
The barking of dogs till the end
And now we're ahead of the posse
And now I'm inside of
my home
At last we have beaten that posse
May the Lord have mercy on my soul
May the Lord have mercy on
his soul.