With a tomahawk scar and a six shooter hip he enters the dusty saloon Heads to a table where the men play poker and asks if there’s any room They let him in, he takes a seat, and then he pretends to play But the game is just a diversion while he’s waiting for his prey The doors swing open and a man steps in brown hat and a big belt buckle Walks to the table and asks to play with a friendly hearty chuckle A flick of the wrist, a flash and a bang, the buckle hits the floor The scarred man rises from his seat, he’s not playing anymore
My name is Jonah Hex and I’ve come for this man’s bounty You may have heard my name before its known in many counties You said to bring him live or dead Now pay the price that’s on his head And I will be straight on my way Pray I don’t come for you some day Whoa, he rode into the sun
He rides from town to town searching for a face that’s on a poster He speaks to the right people and he knows he’s getting closer He meets up with his target in the pink and red sunset The man is filled with chills for he knows of Jonah Hex He sees the scar and he goes for his gun a split second too late Jonah takes him alive just to get a higher rate The man was hanged in the old town square And Jonah left with his fair share Gone collecting tarnished souls Putting men in six foot holes
At the age of 15 Jonah rescued an Apache chief But the chief’s son didn’t like him and he raged with jealousy He and Jonah went out to commence in pony theft The son then betrayed Jonah and he left him there for dead Years later Jonah found the tribe to get his old score settled The chief decided the two young men should have a tomahawk battle The son he cheated, he knew that Jonah’s handle would break during the fight But Jonah broke the rules when he killed him with a knife The chief decided the mark of the demon had been earned So he tied up Jonah and gave half his face a gruesome tomahawk burn This is the way the man was forged so many years ago If you were wondering about the scar, well ah, now you know