Текст песни Hunted Man - Hans Theessink
I'm
running,
running,
running
Feet
they
hardly
touch
the
ground
Policedogs
on
my
trail
'Cause
I
shot
my
woman
down
I
caught
my
baby
On
a
midnight
creep
Blew
a
bullet
through
her
head
Before
she
woke
up
from
her
sleep
I'm
a
hunted
man
Can't
find
no
hiding
place
Gotta
keep
on
moving
Like
the
wild
geese
flyin'
to
the
west
Gonna
charge
me
for
murder
Murder
in
the
first
degree
Take
me
down
to
the
jail
Spend
my
time
in
misery
Judge
and
jury
Gonna
send
me
to
the
'lectric
chair
Gonna
meet
my
baby
When
I
fly
away
from
here
Got
a
rabbit-bone
And
I
got
a
mojo-bone
All
the
good
luck
charms
in
the
world
Can't
help
me
none
Dark
is
the
night
Cold
is
the
ground
Cryin'
lord
have
mercy
On
a
poor
boy
death-cell
bound
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