Hunted Man
by 
Hans Theessink 
recording of 1987 
from Baby Wants To Boogie, 
I'm running, running, running 
Feet they hardly touch the ground 
Policedogs on my trail 
'Cause I shot my woman down 
I caught my baby 
On a midnight creep 
Blew a bullet through her head 
Before she woke up from her sleep 
I'm a hunted man 
Can't find no hiding place 
Gotta keep on moving 
Like the wild geese flyin' to the west 
Gonna charge me for murder 
Murder in the first degree 
Take me down to the jail 
Spend my time in misery 
Judge and jury 
Gonna send me to the 'lectric chair 
Gonna meet my baby 
When I fly away from here 
Got a rabbit-bone 
And I got a 
mojo 
-bone 
All the good luck charms in the world 
Can't help me none 
Dark is the night 
Cold is the ground 
Cryin' lord have mercy 
On a poor boy death-cell bound