Lyrics:

Fuentes-Gauthier-Valentino
Buckles of silver
Stars made of gold
He was looking meaner
That I'd been told
He wore his shirt unbuttoned
Right down to the waist
And the lines of a killer
Well they marked his face
Chorus
Bounty hunter
He's as mean as they come
He just won't be happy
Till his job is done
Bounty hunter
I've got a price on my head
He just won't be happy
Till he sees me dead
I was winning at poker
With a whiskey in my hand
When the door swung open
I had to make my stand

I never heard him call me
But he must have said my name
'Cause I walked right out the door
Right into his game


Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter