Wanted Man - Frankie Laine

Till I became a wanted man

I never owned a gun

But now they hunt me like a mountain cat

And I’m always, always, always on the run

I killed poor Jed Bryant

In a bad Laredo fight

Killed him with my bare hands

For the girl I loved that night

Jed’s brother’s out to get me

He’s comin' with a gang

I’d rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em see me hang

Bullet in my shoulder

Blood runnin' down my vest

Twenty in the posse

And they’re never gonna let me rest

Till I became a wanted man

I never owned a gun

But now they hunt me like a mountain cat

And I’m always, always, always on the run

Spangles on her red dress

Laughter in her voice

When he tried to put his hands on her

My heart left me no choice

But was she really worth it?

I guess I’ll never know

She’ll be drinkin' someone else’s rye when I’m six feet below

Bullet in my shoulder

Blood runnin' down my vest

Twenty in the posse

And they’re never gonna let me rest

Till I became a wanted man

I never owned a gun

But now they hunt me like a mountain cat

And I’m always, always, always on the run