Cowboy Gunning

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"