Wilson's Tracks

Wilson saw it coming
Come on, you know he did
Why else did he take off running?
Why else would he still be here?
And where else would he go these days?
There's only one place left
He's up in the old sage
I bet he's scared to death

Now I know you know Wilson
But you don't know him like I do
And if you think he'll come easy
Well I guess that's up to you
But I think you got your hands full
Figuring over your head
I think you ought'a just cool your heels
And leave him wild and scared

Me and him go way back
I remember when he was so young and innocent
Everybody's a friend
And then you sons of bitches you came here
Questioning everybody around
You kept pushing Wilson
'Til you finally knocked him down

Maybe you really don't get it
You're just a boy, you're not a man
But they sent you out chasing an old coyote
With a rattlesnake in your hand

Hey, you wanna know if I think he did it?
It don't matter if I do
Something was bound to happen
You're just lucky that it wasn't you
Hey, you gotta get back in your big black car
Turn your radio on
Call up to your boss and
Tell him that he's long gone

You can tell him the trail ran cold or something
Tell him there's some kind of law
Tell him that he's already made it
Clean to Arkansas
After that you get on your knees
Pray that he don't come back
Then you ask the Lord's forgiveness
For losing Wilson's tracks