Tragic Life - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I'm a long way from home

I don't know where I'll go

I ain't slept in days

And the water's running low

Got a posse at my back

And bullet in my side

Lord I gotta keep on moving

Find a good place to hide

Well they tried to take me in

For shooting down a man

He got what he deserved

They'll have to catch me if they can

I feel my blood running colder every day

I know that soon this old body be laying beneath the clay

I came home from the range

And the moon was shining bright

Saw two shadows moving

Like demons in the night

I felt my body tremble

As I saw them lying there

A stranger with my wife

I drew the pistol that I wear

Oh, and I feel my blood running colder every day

And I know that soon this old body be laying 'neath the clay

I shot him in the back

As he was making for the door

I stood over a man

That I knew I'd seen before

His hand was on his chest

And I knew I'd gone too far

When I opened up his vest

And I saw that silver star

Oh, and I feel my blood flowing colder every day

And I know that soon this old body be laying 'neath the clay

And I feel my blood flowing colder every day, oh

And I know that soon this old body be laying 'neath the clay