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
