(Southern Rock, USA)
(Ingram / Galvin / Brown / McVay / Bush)
(acoustic version, unplugged)
On the Edge of Sundown ... a man rode into town
His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down
As he rode the people stare ... tried to look on him
He's the man who'll take your life, take it off to boot hill
Sleeps by day and rides by night, like a mongroul always lookin' for a fight
Got cold steel ... a bowie knive ... it's just his way of life
He took no one ... no not a sound, stares at the edge of town
The only time that he'll be found ... is on the Edge of Sundown ...
Take you for your dollar, babe ... take you for your gold
He'll make your life so miserabel, he's gonna leave you mean and cold
Then he'll head on out ... yes ... to another town
The only time that he'll be found ... is on the Edge of Sundown ...
Next time will be Sundown ...
He's a killer and a robber and he'll make you grieve
Shoot you in the back or in your sleep
Got no name or identity ... livin' like the wind he's free ...
(Kingdom of XII, 2000)
