On the edge of sundown, a man rode into town

His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down

And as he rode the people stared, tried to look on him

He's the man who'll take your life, take your life to boothill



Sleeps by day and rides by night

Like a mongrel always lookin' for a fight

Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life

He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town

Only time that he'll be found, is on the edge of sundown



Take you for your dollars babe, take you for your gold

Make your life so miserable, he's gonna leave you mean and cold

And then he'll head on out, to another town

The only time when he'll be found, is on the edge of sundown

Next time he'll be sundown.



He's a killer and a robber and he'll make you grieve

Shoot you in the back or in your sleep

Got no name or identity

Livin' in the wind, he's free---