To the sound of shotgun fire   he rides into the horizon and disappears   like a ghost in the night   like a shadow without a place to find some peace      He's on the run   He is a real son of a gun   But there's no turning back      He's a wanted man   a long way from home   He's a wanted man   His name is Young Blood      On a trail to the shady land   And he's hunted by the lawman right behind   He tried to prove his innocence   But all he got was another bounty on his head       On the run   He is a real son of a gun   But there's no turning back      He's a wanted man   a long way from home   He's a wanted man   His name is Young Blood      He's a wanted man   a long way from home   He's a wanted man   His name is Young Blood