You shot me down
In the tall long grass
Where I played cops and robbers
Where I smoked with my brothers
Where I laid down my lover
You shot me down
And you ain't coming back

All I got left
I'll say to your boots
You better run, son

Cause my folks they'll be questioning
And my brothers,  they'll reign in a reckoning
As soon as my lady's warm tears subside
She'll be following those boots
Close behind

You better run, son
Your days are numbered
And soon you'll meet my days
Of none