(emerson - lake)

Wicked josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didnt know what theyd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriffs gun
If he didnt move on
Get out of here

The sheriff followed josies journey
>from kansas in the west
He said hed put a bullet right
Through poor old josies chest
But josie wasnt like the rest
He dont like bullet holes in his vest
In fact hed do his very best
Dont want any arrest
Dont want to be the guest
Of the sheriff

The nights got so damned cold
He couldnt stand the pace
He looked again for sheriffs men
But couldnt see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find josies face
And said lookie here

Sheriff rode him into town
With josie look inside
He didnt 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