Wanted Man - Gillian Welch

I like the way you walk

I like the way you stand

I like the way you laugh

Across the back of your hand

'Cause your greasy smile

Never quite gives out

I’d like to know

What the joke’s about

I know you talk too loud

I know you drink too much

You got a gambler’s knack

Of never losing your luck

When the cards are bare

And you let 'em fall

But you take it hard

As your alcohol

Wanted man, wanted man

Wanted man, wanted man

Oh, when the lights came up

And I caught you into me

The flash of something white

The moment you came to me

You’ve got a wounded past

And a bloody hand

You’re a wanted man

You’re a wanted man

You’re a wanted man

You’re a wanted man