Little Joe was my right arm But on our last bank job he blew the alarm The kid was cunning, kept on runnin' Sure hope he don't come to no harm
But the fire was hot there were traps on his tail He was off like a shot while I got burned with no bail Now I'm sitting here, until he gets back To get me outa this jail
Didn't take long before l heard That something pretty big had occurred Shots were ringin', guns were singin' I just waited till I got the word
And The fire was hot when they broke down the door Ran down the street thought we were goners for sure But when I got out I let out a shout Could've almost gone back for
Come on boy let's get movin We're on the run Forget your farms and your families Bring your boots and your gun
But the fire was hot I knew we had to go And find a place where we could lay low Some little town where we could walk around And the people wouldn't even know
Life's pretty good up here on the range Goes pretty slow without much change Days are sunny, we still got money But last night I heard something strange
There was a man in town and his name was bait Pardon in his hand if we'd all go straight But I've lived enough days without Workin for a wage To know he's too damn late
Come on boy let's get movin We're on the run Forget your farms and your families Bring your boots and your gun
Come on boy let's get movin We're on the run Forget your farms and your families Bring your boots and your gun