Father I have come.. To tell you about somethin' I done.. Well as the night reared its light head. Into a baby's sun. We rolled down into the town. From where the Black Throats come.. And you know there was a robb'ry.. There was a holdup.. Ooh there was a shootout.. And there was a killin'.. And there's blood on my hands.. Today I killed a man.. Well now sister you know me well.. And you ask me well how it was I felt.. Well she had an appetite for lovin'. Only a fadin' beauty could posses.. She knew just what she wanted. And she wouldn't take less.. I figured it was a small town.. It was at sundown.. It was just a small crowd of people around.. Oh! But he wouldn't put his guns down.. No he wouldn't put his guns down.. Oh he wouldn't put his guns down.. Now his blood's on my hands.. Today I killed a man.. And papa you showed me the beauty of buckshot.. Well that song a bullet sings as she whistles.. And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol.. Well now father. I have come.. To tell you about somethin' I done.. He had a widow runnin' through town screamin'.. He had a brother and his tears were streamin'.. Now I'm movin' on the border. With a rifle on my shoulder.. 'Cuz daddy you showed me the beauty of buckshot.. The love song a bullet sings as she whistles.. And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol.. And I just come to tell ya. That it don't hurt no more.. No it don't hurt no more. 'Cuz your son he's an outlaw.. Oh your son he's an outlaw.. Yes your son he's an outlaw.. Oh your son he's an outlaw.. Now your son he's an outlaw.. Oh your son he's an outlaw.. And this blood feels good on my hands.. Today I killed a man..