The Sheriff Lyrics - Trilogy - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

(emerson - lake) 

Wicked josie rode away 

In the sunset covered sky 

A lynching mob had strung his friend up 

Right before his eyes 

He didn't know what they'd both done 

He sure as hell would end up hung 

A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun 

If he didn't move on 

Get out of here 

The sheriff followed josie's journey 

>from kansas city west 

He said he'd put a bullet right 

Through poor old josie's chest 

But josie wasn't like the rest 

He don't like bullet holes in his vest 

In fact he'd do his very best 

Don't want any arrest 

Don't want to be the guest 

Of the sheriff 

The nights got so damned cold 

He couldn't stand the pace 

He looked again for sheriff's men 

But couldn't see a trace 

Josie found a nice warm place 

But then the sheriff solved the case 

put the gun in josie's face 

And said lookie here...