Emerson, Lake & Palmer - The sheriff

Big kid Josie rode away in the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here

The sheriff followed Josie's trail from Kansas City west
He said he'd put a bullet right through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff

The nights got so damn cold, he couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men but couldn't see a trace
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Poked at gun at Josie's face
And said lookie here

Sheriff rode him into town with Josie looking sad
He didn't know about the six-gun big kid Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
Now Josie runs the town at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff