On the edge of sundown, a man rode into town
His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down
And as he rode the people stared, tried to look on him

Hes the man wholl take your life, take your life to boothill

Sleeps by day and rides by night
Like a mongrel always lookin for a fight
Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life
He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town
Only time that hell be found, is on the edge of sundown

Take you for your dollars babe, take you for your gold
Make your life so miserable, hes gonna leave you mean and cold
And then hell head on out, to another town
The only time when hell be found, is on the edge of sundown
Next time hell be sundown.

Hes a killer and a robber and hell make you grieve
Shoot you in the back or in your sleep
Got no name or identity
Livin in the wind, hes free

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