Woke up this morning
Pistol in my hand
I guess that I'm still worried
That they're on my trail
It don't seem to matter
He drew first but too slow
They say I'll swing for murder
But they'll have to catch me first
they won't take me alive
I'm a free man when my boots cross that Mexico line
I wonder what possessed him
To meet my father's son
I'm guilty of self-defense
But not what my daddy done
So I may look just like him
And now I'm a wanted man
But I'm prayin' there's a difference
Between him and what I am
They won't lay me by his side
I will burn down any man who tries
They won't let me decide
They had their proof as soon as that young man died
But they won't take me alive
I'm a free man when my boots cross that Mexico line
Pistol in my hand
I guess that I'm still worried
That they're on my trail
It don't seem to matter
He drew first but too slow
They say I'll swing for murder
But they'll have to catch me first
they won't take me alive
I'm a free man when my boots cross that Mexico line
I wonder what possessed him
To meet my father's son
I'm guilty of self-defense
But not what my daddy done
So I may look just like him
And now I'm a wanted man
But I'm prayin' there's a difference
Between him and what I am
They won't lay me by his side
I will burn down any man who tries
They won't let me decide
They had their proof as soon as that young man died
But they won't take me alive
I'm a free man when my boots cross that Mexico line