text: Father, I have come
  To tell you about somethin I done
  Well as the night reared its light head
  Into a babys sun
  We rolled down into the town
  From where the black throats come
  And you know there was a robbry
  There was a holdup
  Ooh, there was a shootout
  And there was a killin
  And theres blood on my hands
  Today I killed a man
  Well now, sister, you know me well
  And you ask me well, how it was I felt
  Well, she had an appetite for lovin
  Only a fadin beauty could posses
  She knew just what she wanted
  And she wouldnt take less
  I figured it was a small town
  It was at sundown
  It was just a small crowd of people around
  Oh! but he wouldnt put his guns down
  No, he wouldnt put his guns down
  Oh, he wouldnt put his guns down
  Now his bloods on my hands
  Today I killed a man
  And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot
  Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles
  And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol
  Well now, father. I have come
  To tell you about somethin I done
  He had a widow, runnin through town screamin
  He had a brother, and his tears were streamin
  Now Im movin on the border
  With a rifle on my shoulder
  cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot
  The love song a bullet sings as she whistles
  And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol
  And I just come to tell ya
  That it dont hurt no more
  No, it dont hurt no more
  cuz your son, hes an outlaw
  Oh, your son, hes an outlaw
  Yes, your son, hes an outlaw
  Oh, your son, hes an outlaw
  Now, your son, hes an outlaw
  Oh, your son, hes an outlaw
  And this blood feels good on my hands
  Today I killed a man