On the Edge of Sundown ... a man rode into town His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down As he rode the people stare ... tried to look on him He's the man who'll take your life, take it off to boot hill
Sleeps by day and rides by night, like a mongroul always lookin' for a fight Got cold steel ... a bowie knive ... it's just his way of life He took no one ... no not a sound, stares at the edge of town The only time that he'll be found ... is on the Edge of Sundown ...
Take you for your dollar, babe ... take you for your gold He'll make your life so miserabel, he's gonna leave you mean and cold Then he'll head on out ... yes ... to another town The only time that he'll be found ... is on the Edge of Sundown ...
Next time will 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' like the wind he's free ...