كلمات Tragic Life

I'm a long way from home I don't know where I'll go I a'int 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 movin' Find a good place to hide Well they tried to take me in For shootin' down a man He got what he deserved They'll have to catch me if they can I feel my blood runnin' colder every day I know that soon this old body be layin' 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 lyin' there A stranger with my wife I drew the pistol that I wear Oh, and I feel my blood runnin' colder every day And I know that soon this old body be layin' 'neath the clay I shot him in the back As he was makin' 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 flowin' colder every day And I know that soon this old body be layin' 'neath the clay Oh, and I feel my blood flowin' colder every day And I know that soon this old body be layin' 'neath the clay