I'm running wild,
I'm running scared
From all the low to every well
The man was right, the man I gunned
He said all the money ain't worth the run
But hang my picture straight on the wall,
honey
Hang my picture straight
when you find out
That it's too late, little woman
Hang my picture straight
I just don't know where I'll be,
I don't have time for you and me.
There's too many gunmen,
we do fine.
Lord, each one was a friend of mine.
Hang my picture straight on the wall,
honey
Hang my picture straight
When you find out that it's too late
Oh, woman,
hang my picture straight
Whoa, whoa
I I'm angry, I know I'm mad I know
all the reasons for the times I've had
I don't need pity, I don't need greed
All I need is a little relief
But hang my picture straight on the wall,
mama
Hang my picture straight
When you find out that it's too late
Little woman, hang my picture straight
Hey, hang my picture straight
Hang my picture straight
When you find out that it's too late
Mama, hang my picture straight
Hang my picture straight
Hang my picture straight