Lawman - Gillian Welch/David Rawlings
Sylvie gonna bring a little water
Baby's gonna cry till he's fed
And the fire gonna burn down to nothing
Poor folk gon' scrap for a piece of bread
And the preacher's gon' preach from the Bible
Devil's gonna laugh at what he said
Gambler gonna lay down his last gold dollar
Shadow's gonna creep from the farmer's shed
And the lawman
Lawman
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead
Now the ground's gonna freeze when fall is over
And fever gonna burn in a big brass bed
The big iron gonna rust everything's dust to dust
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead
Yeah the lawman
Lawman
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead