(intro)      Wicked 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 journey From Kansas in the 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 damned 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 Hoped to find Josie’s face And said: look here... ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( E ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( E ) Sheriff rode him into town With Josie look inside    He didn’t know about the six-gun Wicked Josie had Then Josie drew his gun real fast Gave the sheriff one big blast And Josie was a song at last A legend from the past Nobody ever messed with the sheriff