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Bounty Hunter Mike Cross
 
 
This was a favorite of our young friends, Cam and Jared Butler when they were kids. They still call it “the pitchfork song.” Their parents tell us that they used to go to sleep to this recording...
 
"Good evening to you mister", the bounty hunter said
"You don't know me but I know there's a price upon your head
I know you're wanted dead or alive, that’s what the posters say
But I never shoot a man at night when he ain't had time to pray"
 
"So I'll give you until sunrise tomorrow, my friend
Before I come to shoot you down and bring your body in
I warn you that I do my work quite well with gun or knife
I've tracked down many a man, I've taken many a life"
 
Father do not mourn for me, mother do not weep.
Whatever a man soweth, that also shall he reap.
 
I spent a long and sleepless night with fear upon my breast
Trying to get ready for my morning duel with death
I hid up in a hayloft out on the edge of town
And at sunrise the bounty hunter came to shoot me down
 
I fired down at the bounty hunter standing in the street
He raised his gun and fired a round of shots back up at me
He hit my chest and shoulder and my gun flew from my hand
Now I’m trapped up in this hayloft, a wounded, unarmed man
 
Father do not mourn for me, mother do not weep.
Whatever a man soweth, that also shall he reap.
 
The bounty hunter holds his fire and hollers up at me
"Come out and take it like a man, I'll make this quick and clean"
I know my time is running out, and there's no way I can stall
So I reach and grab the pitchfork that's hanging on the wall
 
My body arches as I stretch and face the rising sun
And I feel like a warrior's bow, freshly carved and strong
I launch my body through the air, the pitchfork in my hand
Stabs the bounty hunter through the chest and pins him to the sand
 
Now my muscles start to rust, my thoughts are growing cold
While Gabriel and Satan shoot craps for my soul
 

 

 

 

 

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