You better get gone, get away

Before you get caught

You're a run away

Get gone \"runaway\"

Before they take you to Sante Fe

I got Comanche coming after me

But I'll never get away

In the grasslands

Headed west and met a Ute Chief

In a black bear vest riding

A horse I'd never test

Ducked down into an arroyo

Chief said \"hold up

Hop down, let's take it slow\"

It led out to a saddle rock

He had a hideout

That they'd never spot

We made camp. Stayed the night

He was gone in the morning light

He left a note etched

Into stone to let me know

I'm not riding alone:

\"if the creator, the rainmaker

Puts the wind at your back

You're still on track\"

Get gone, get away

Before you get caught

You're a run away

Get gone - \"runaway\"

Before they take you to Sante Fe

You better get gone, get away

Before you get caught

You're a run away

Get gone - \"runaway\"

Before they take you to Sante Fe

You can't get away in the grasslands

There is no place to hide

You can't get away in the grasslands

There is no place to hide

You can't get away in the grasslands

There is no place to hide

Get gone, get away

Before you get caught

You're a run away

Get gone \"runaway\"

Before they take you to Sante Fe

You better get gone, get away

Before you get caught

You're a run away

Get gone \"runaway\"

Before they take you to Sante Fe