To the sound of shotgun fire

he rides into the horizon and disappears

like a ghost in the night

like a shadow without a place to find some peace



He's on the run

He is a real son of a gun

But there's no turning back



He's a wanted man

a long way from home

He's a wanted man

His name is Young Blood



On a trail to the shady land

And he's hunted by the lawman right behind

He tried to prove his innocence

But all he got was another bounty on his head



On the run

He is a real son of a gun

But there's no turning back



He's a wanted man

a long way from home

He's a wanted man

His name is Young Blood



He's a wanted man

a long way from home

He's a wanted man

His name is Young Blood