Johnny loved his daddy’s gun
He loved the farmer’s daughter
She loved the sheriff’s only son
But loved what Johnny bought her
She met the sheriff’s joy and pride
They met in darkness, late
While Johnny met his darker side
And they all would meet their fate

Chorus:
Running, but he’s not a coward—always hiding from his crime
A step away from being devoured—just a victim of his time
He runs the night his gun a blazing—he knows the sheriff won’t forgive
Hell bent on hell raising—he’ll live or die a fugitive

She wore a dress that Johnny bought
She wore it for the son
The son, he wore a yellow spot
And Johnny wore a gun
The sheriff’s son turned pale with fright
He turned tail and fled
Johnny’s gun turned out his light
And turned his yellow red

Chorus:
Running, but he’s not a coward—always hiding from his crime
A step away from being devoured—just a victim of his time
Sirens screaming, gun a blazing—he knows the sheriff won’t forgive
Hell bent on hell raising—he’ll live or die a fugitive

music and lyrics by Mary James & Jean James