He lived his life in isolation,
A man without a name
Saddled with a reputation,
From Cheyenne he came
He moved down South when the money ran out
And turned to a life of crime
Things weren't all that different then,
They'd kill you for a dime
Never showed no mercy,
Had a heart of stone,
And his hands were dirty,
Stained to the bone He said "

Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
I've run out of time"

He lived at least a dozen lifetimes,
Luck was on his side
The only friend he ever had
Was his trusty forty-five
His final words to my grand-daddy were, "
Son, you must be brave"
And all that's left of what he was
Is in this Texas grave!
He could smell the danger
Ooh, he knew the end was near
Through the smoke and whiskey,
One thing was clear He said "

Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
I've run out of time
Look me in the eyes
I wanna see it comin'"

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He never showed no mercy,
Ooh, he had a heart of stone,
And his hands were dirty,
Stained to the bone! "

Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
I've run out of time
Turn back! It's too late
Sinners like me need another heaven, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
I've run out of time
Look me in the eyes
I wanna see it comin'
I wanna see it comin', yeah
I wanna see it comin' Yeah, yeah
I wanna see it comin', baby!"

Ooh