Go put out the fire
And I'll meet you on the other side
Walk with me alone
Will not harm you or let you down

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 and leave you to die

Paper said I'm a killer
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

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