Текст песни One Hour Ahead Of The Posse - Bonus Track - Sam Cooke

One hour ahead of the posse
The bloodhounds are hot on my trail
Last night I shot my sweetheart
This morning I broke out of jail

My Pinto is tired and hungry
And I'm feeling weary and warm
We started ahead of the posse
And we got to keep going on

The sherrif aswored he would get me
He's riding with twenty and five
But I'm not afeared of that posse
They never will get me alive

One hour ahead of the posse
No turning to left or to right
We must win the race to the river
Or there'll be a hanging tonight

One hour ahead of the posse
No time for remorse or regret
But somehow her eyes still haunt me
Her laughter is taunting me yet

It started the night that I met her
She kissed me and vowed she would care
I traded the gold in my pocket
To fondle the curls in her hair

She lied when she told me she loved me
She lied with each kiss that she gave
She lied to the moment I caught her
And now she lies still in her grave

One hour ahead of the posse
Woah, the night is a-coming on fast
Woah we must win the race to the Rio
And well shake that old posse at last

We're nearing the end of our journey
And now I'm inside of my goal
At last we've beaten the posse
May the Lord have mercy on my soul
May the Lord have mercy on his soul