John Dillon Bad Man
the poster on the wall tells me I'm a bad man
tells me I'm a mad man
tells me I'm a wanted man
the one who makes me fall will be such a glad man
five thousand dollars in his hand
makes me such a hunted man
they left me with a Navy colt
a heart that's bitter and a spirit that's broke
got to steal from the railroads, steal from the banks
take it all back from the thieving Yanks
just to keep alive
they only way I can survive
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the newspapers call me desperado
a man who lives real low
well, how the hell would they know
what it's like to come back and find
your sweetheart dead
your home destroyed and your family fled
all I want is to see blood shed
this war taught me how to kill
a man can only live by his will
put a gun in your hand, mask on your face
crawl through life, live in disgrace
try to settle the score
remember what I had before
Polly, forgive me
but you died at their hands
goin' to make them pay
take all that I can
your dying eyes
haunt my mind
going' to make them bleed
they'll pay in time
they're damned unjust
with their twisted laws
they want to take my life
but they could've saved yours
your dying eyes
haunt my mind
