Molly Hatchet
Album - 1978 - Debaser id 83438

My horse is kicking dust up off the trail,
I'm just getting back from a trip to HELL.
My six gun she's stapped by my side,
Thunder is the horse that I ride.
And it seems to me this is one hell of a way,
For a man like me to earn that pay.


Chorus:
Outlaws on the loose.
Running, running from the noose.

Blue steel flashing, hot lead flying,
I wonder what they feel like when they're dying.
Someday soon it might be my turn,
Is it worth the money I earn?
And it seems to me this is one hell of a way,
For a man like me to earn that pay.


Chorus:
Outlaws on the loose,
Running, running from the noose.
I'm a bounty hunter, I'll hunt you down, yeah, I will.

LEAD BREAK

Did you know $500 will get your head blown off?
It will....ha, ha, ha

Blue steel flashing, hot lead flying,
I wonder what they fell like when they're dying.
Someday soon it might be my turn,
Is it worth the money I earn?
And it seems to me this is one hell of a way,
For a man like me to earn that pay.

Chorus:
Outlaws on the loose,
Running, running from the noose,
(REPEAT),
I'm a bounty hunter going to hunt you down.

I've been to Alabama, people ain't a whole lot to see;
Skynyrd says it's a real sweet home but it ain't nothing to me.
Charlie Daniels will tell you the good Lord lives in Tenessee, ha!
But I'm going back to gator country where the wine and the women are free.


Chorus:
There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name,
And a saying come on boy, you better make it back home again.
There's many roads I've travelled but they all kind of look the same.
There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he calling my name.

Old Richard Betts will tell ya Lord he was born a Ramblin' Man.
Well he can ramble back to Georgia but I won't give a damn.
Elvin Bishop out struttin his stuff with little Miss Slick Titty Boom.
But I'm going back to gator country to get me some elbow room.


Chorus:
There's a gator in the bushes he's calling my name.
and saying come on boy, you better make it back home again.
There's many roads I've travelled but they all kinda look the same.
There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he calling my name. Yep.

There's Marshall Tucker riding a rainbow searching for a pot of gold.
Well they can take the highway, baby, and they can take all they can hold.
The Outlaws down in Tampa town it's a mighty fine place to be.
They got green grass and got high tides and sure looks good to me.


Chorus:
There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name.
Saying come on boy, you better make it back home again.
There's so many roads I've travelled but they all kinda look the same.
There's a gator in the bushes , Lord, he's calling my name.

LEAD BREAK

Oh gator country,
a little bit of that chomp chomp

LEAD BREAK

New York City, you're so big and tough,
Well here we come, baby, struttin' our stuff.
Well we look kinda freaky we're pretty damn bad.
Cause Southern cookin' is all we've ever had.
Oh, cook 'em up some greens, baby.

I've seen the mountains up in Tennessee.
Sweet little hill women satisfied me.
We all know it's tough and it's an uphill battle.
But we're running 'em hard baby, sitting in the saddle.
Oh, come on baby.

New York City you're so big and tough.
My pistols are loaded, I feel rough.
Well. we've heard of your punks and high heeled steppers.
We're bad southern boys and don't you forget us.

Oh, listen to my story:

Life is getting stranger baby.
As we travel on.
People don't know the difference no more between right and wrong.
Say it's going to be a cold dark night when the creeper comes along.
Watch out for the steel blade, baby,
all shiny and long.


Chorus:
I say it's going to be a cold dark night
Oh, when the Creeper come along. Yea.

He's tall, he's short, he's fat, he's thin.
He's out for vengence. He's out to win.
The road he walks is dark and dim.
Don't let him catch you out on a limb.
He'll cut your throat, baby,
He'll stick you in the back.
Drive off in your Cadillac.
He's more trouble than you think.
He'll kill you sugar, leave you in the drink.


Chorus:
Say, it's going to be a cold dark night
Oh, when the creeper comes along.

LEAD BREAK

There's a small jail in Georgia you all know,
Where the sun's so hot and the daylight don't show.
Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand,
You can hear the hound dog howling out the land.


Chorus:
It ain't the way I wanted it.
But Lord that's the price you pay.

I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry,
Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby,
I've been sitting here so long I'm starting to cry,
The hangman's coming, I'm surely going to die.


Chorus:
It ain't the way I wanted it.
But Lord that's the price you pay.
Oh, honk on it, boy,
A little jail cell blues here.

LEAD BREAK

I shot a man in Macon over a poker game,
I killed another in Atlanta just to build my fame,
Well, now I hear the hammers they're pounding out my name.

It ain't the way I wanted it.
But that's the price you pay.
It ain't the way I wanted it.
But Lord that's the price you pay.

Hey jailer, how about that water my throat's still dry,
Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby,
I've been sitting here so damn long I'm starting to cry,
The hangman's coming I'm surely going to die.

It ain't the way I wanted it.
But Lord that's the price you pay,
(REPEAT),
It ain't the way I wanted it,
But Lord that's the price you pay.
Oh, you done out of rope son.

Just one more morning, I have to wake up with the blues.
Pull myself outta bed, yeah, put on my walkin' shoes.
Climb up on a hilltop, baby, see what I can see, yeah.

The whole world's fallin' down oh babe, right down in front of me.

Cause I'm hung up, on dreams, I'm never gonna see, yeah.
Lord help me baby, dreams get the best of me yet.

Pull myself together, gonna put on a new face, yeah.
Gonna climb down from the hilltop, baby, Lord, get back in the race.
Cause I got dreams, I got my dreams, to remember, the love we had.
I got dreams, I got my dreams, to remember, the love we had.

Cause I'm hung up, on dreams, I'm never gonna see, yeah.
Lord help me baby, dreams get the best of me yet.