I’m a fugitive I’m on the run
stolen car stolen name stolen gun
I’m blazing a path straight to Tijuana
smoking lucky strike and marijuana
I’m a desperado a man for hire
matched sixes and leather attire
I’m dangerous not a man to know
A man calls with a number and I go
I’m a fugitive I’m hiding away
Won’t poke my head out for many a day
I’ve done more wrong things than I can count
but the worst is I went too many times to the fount
someday the statute of limitations will expire
then I won’t be running hiding or for hire
I’ll show my face in the sun
no more a fugitive living by the gun
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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