(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 one
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 in the 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 the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Poked at gun at Josie`s face
And said lookie here...
Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn`t know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff