The Killing Type - Jamestown Revival

Nobody smiling as we rode across the desert ground

One day seven miles out of freedom town

Six men we were following one

Buckskin rider with a murdering gun

Riding towards the hills as the sun started falling down

Can’t stop

Covering ground

Ain’t no stopping ‘til we lay him down

One day soon he’ll see

That there ain’t nobody that’s better than me

Next morning found a note that he left behind

Lost his trail in the holler and we lost some time

Could it be that he was desert wise

He left us water and some good advice

Awful kind for a man who was the killing type

Can’t stop

Covering ground

Ain’t no stopping ‘til we lay him down

One day soon he’ll see

That there ain’t nobody that’s better than me

Past the quarry and the mine, and the riverbend

We found him there at his home and he brought us in

He had a wife same name as mine

Was it just the wrong place wrong time

Sure didn’t seem like a man who was the killing type