Sylvie gonna bring a little water
Baby's gonna cry until he's fed
And the fire's gonna burn down to nothing
Poor folk gonna scrap for a piece of bread

And the preacher's gonna preach from the Bible
Devil's gonna laugh at what he said
Gambler gonna lay down his last gold dollar
Shadow's gonna creep from the farmer's shed

And the lawman
Lawman
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead

Now the ground's gonna freeze when fall is over
Fever gonna burn in a big brass bed
The big iron gonna rust, everything's dust to dust
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead

Yeah the lawman
Lawman
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead