Go put out the fire
And I'll meet you on the other side
Walk with me alone
I will not harm you
Or let you die

The paper said I'm a killer
Papers lie

Tomorrow we will drive
To North California state line
If you call off the guns
I'll call off the dogs

Go put out the fire
Boy, I'll meet you on the other side
Walk with me alone
Just might cut you
Or leave you to die

The papers said I'm a killer
The papers were right

Tomorrow we will drive
To your brand new burial site
If you call off the guns
I'll call off the dogs
If you call off the guns, well,
I'll call of the dogs...

They'll never find you
They'll never catch me, no...