Texty: Banjo & Sullivan. Killer On The Lamb.

We were twins to be born that day
But I could never let it be that way
Mama?s life line proved a good noose
With a taste for killing, I was on the loose

My folks hated me for what I did that day
So I slit their throats, sent 'em to their grave
I headed for the Smokie's in Tennessee
Yeah, lot of good killing was ahead of me

I?m a killer on the lamb
Hey, I don?t mind living with some blood on my hands
Your life to me ain?t worth a damn
To this killer on the lamb

Met a mountain girl from a mining town
Our first time when the sun went down
All she wanted was to marry me
So I cut her where she loved me
And watched her bleed

Her daddy from the holler saw her blood so red
So I drug him in the river and I drowned him dead

I?m a killer on the lamb
Hey, I don?t mind living with some blood on my hands
Your life to me ain?t worth a damn
To this killer on the lamb

Wore out my welcome in Arkansas
Killed a Christian family of the Pentecost
Georgia Cracker was a talking at me
So I cut out his tongue, hung from a tree

Now the southern law wants to put me in jail
But I'll still be killing when I?m burning in hell

I?m a killer on the lamb
Hey, I don?t mind living with some blood on my hands
Your life to me ain?t worth a damn
To this killer on the lamb

To this killer on the lamb
To this killer on the lamb