The sun beats down
And burns the dust to the road
And I watch from the shade
My pistol bare and loaded
I see a man and his horse
Coming right by me
Looks like today, after all
Will make for some fine thievery
So I let my gun call
And hear his cry to answer
I take his money after his life
Then hide away until the night
But I just cannot sleep
For the glint of my gun irons
And the howl of the hot wind
Oh they keep me resting from the wicked things that I've done
As I weigh up my soul
And I think was it worth
All the gold
And I might ride into town
To drink all my evils away
Though I'm a fool not to think
That when I'm drunk my evil might stay
And I should have seen it coming
I could not stop my drunken hands
I done it now I shot the piano man
And now the law they on my tail
But I just cannot sleep
For the glint of my gun iron
And the howl of the hot wind
Oh they keep me resting from the wicked things that I've done
As I weigh up my soul
And I think was it worth
All the gold
So I'll hold out
Make it a shoot out
Cos they ain't taking me alive
But if I said I didn't deserve it
It would be my last lie