| Db | A | E | B | |
| Johnny was a | cowboy and | Jonas was a | thief |
| Startin' brawls and raisin' hell, the world lay at their feet |
| Then one day at half-past ten, beneath a stormy sky |
| The sheriff rode into the town and said, One-a you's a gonna die |
| Db | A | E | B | |
| Now, | Johnny never | meant no harm, | he's just havin' | fun |
| But Jonas, on the other hand, heard this and drew his gun |
| He said, Listen, sir, I may be a thief, but I deserve to live |
| So git on off that horse yer on, we'll see whose life to give |
| Db | A | E | B | |
| As the | sheriff jumped off that | horse of his, his | head began to | spin |
| He glared into the eyes of Jonas, who flashed an evil grin |
| Ten paces each, the best man wins, the lesser's full of lead |
| The legend goes that four steps in, the sheriff was shot dead |
| Johnny watched all this alone, his mouth agape in fear |
| My gawd Jonas, what've ya done!? Le's git outta here! |
| Into the rain with two stolen horses and half a bottle of booze |
| A posse of twelve was on their trail, they had no time to lose |
| The sun went down behind the hills as day turned into night |
| The only thing that kept them warm was frigid, shakin' fright |
| For seven days and seven nights the culprits roamed the land |
| Sleepin' in holes and eatin' rats to escape the upper hand |
| But on day eight, upon a tall hill, silhouetted by the dawn |
| The bounty hunters appeared in force to nail right into wrong |
| The two were dragged back into town amid the jeers and screams |
| Said Jonas to his only friend, I pray this is a dream |
| The courtroom judge slammed his gavel so entrusted to its time |
| The boys were led down to their cell, encrusted with raw crime |
| With nothin' left to live for but with somethin' left to die |
| The friends decided to take a risk and give escape a try |
| The date was set for a summer night, the twenty-fourth of June |
| Wolves were howlin' under stars at the brazen, shinin' moon |
| With nothin' but their own bare hands and a rusty dinner knife |
| A tunnel was dug between the two, in time to save their lives |
| Before long the two were out and runnin' with all their strength |
| In their cement grave they left behind the burden of deadly angst |
| They ran with both arms wavin' high and joyful shouts of glee |
| The town folk all rushed outside their homes, into the street to see |
| Mistaken for two bandits who'd just robbed a nearby train |
| An unknown gunman found his marks, leavin' thief and cowboy slain |
| The moral of this story is to try and follow laws |
| But most of all follow friends, for they are worth it all |