Get Out of Town Before Sundown Songtext
von Buck Owens
Get Out of Town Before Sundown Songtext
Walkin′ off the highway, I'd been tryin′ to catch a ride
Hungry and thirsty as a bear
Not a penny in my pockets and I'd ran out of pride
So I thought I'd try to bum myself a beer
When up stopped a well-known posse starin′ down at me
A big old shiny badge pinned on his vest
He said, "If you ain′t got no money and you ain't got no job
Boy, I′m placing you under arrest
Or you can get out of town before sundown
And don't you never come back
Take your tambourine and your guitar string
And move on down the track
Don′t like the way that you comb your hair
The way you drawl you all
And if you're not out of town before sundown
You won′t get out of town at all"
Well, I hitchhiked down to Phoenix, I was following the sun
Prettiest place I think I've ever seen
I met a sweet young lady, but how was I to know
That pretty thing was only 17
Then I saw the red lights gleamin'
And I heard the sirens screamin′
A sound that fills the bravest hearts with fear
And that old sheriff didn′t stutter
When to me these words he uttered
"Boy, don't let the sun set on you here
You better get out of town before sundown
And don′t you never come back
Take your tambourine and your guitar string
And move on down the track
Don't like the way that you comb your hair
The way you drawl you all
And if you′re not out of town before sundown
You won't get out of town at all"
Hungry and thirsty as a bear
Not a penny in my pockets and I'd ran out of pride
So I thought I'd try to bum myself a beer
When up stopped a well-known posse starin′ down at me
A big old shiny badge pinned on his vest
He said, "If you ain′t got no money and you ain't got no job
Boy, I′m placing you under arrest
Or you can get out of town before sundown
And don't you never come back
Take your tambourine and your guitar string
And move on down the track
Don′t like the way that you comb your hair
The way you drawl you all
And if you're not out of town before sundown
You won′t get out of town at all"
Well, I hitchhiked down to Phoenix, I was following the sun
Prettiest place I think I've ever seen
I met a sweet young lady, but how was I to know
That pretty thing was only 17
Then I saw the red lights gleamin'
And I heard the sirens screamin′
A sound that fills the bravest hearts with fear
And that old sheriff didn′t stutter
When to me these words he uttered
"Boy, don't let the sun set on you here
You better get out of town before sundown
And don′t you never come back
Take your tambourine and your guitar string
And move on down the track
Don't like the way that you comb your hair
The way you drawl you all
And if you′re not out of town before sundown
You won't get out of town at all"
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