One two three four five six seven eight hey baby you're a little too late. I'm standin' on the outside lookin' in at you on the inside. Lookin' out at me on the outside lookin' in.
He'll be comin' down the road at the break of day. His head thrown back and his guns tied low. He's comin' after Jinny wants to take her away but I ain't gonna let her go.
Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see. And though I find this balmy weather pleasin'. There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin' me.