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WANTED MAN Album : "Hell Bent For Leather" (Bob Hilliard / Lee J. Pockriss) Frankie Laine SPOKEN: Bullet in my shoulder. Blood runnin' down my vest. Twenty in the posse and they're never. Gonna let me rest Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always, always, always on the run I killed poor Jed Kline (?) in bad Laredo fight Killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night Jed's brother's out to get me He's comin' with a gang But I'd rather shoot it out, by God Than let 'em watch me hang Bullet in my shoulder!! BLOOD runnin' down my vest Twenty in the posse!! And they're never gonna let me rest Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run She had spangles on her red dress She had laughter in her voice When he tried to put his hands on her My heart left me no choice But was she really worth it? Well, I guess I'll never know She'll be drinking someone else's rye When I'm six feet below Bullet in my shoulder!! BLOOD runnin' down my vest Twenty in the posse!! And they're never gonna let me rest Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run A wanted man A wanted man On the run

    


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