Artist: Burl Ives   Title: One hour ahead of the posse   ---------------------------------------      One hour ahead of the posse   the bloodhounds are hot on my trail   last night I shot my sweetheart   this morning I broke out of jail      my Pinto is tired and hungry   and I'm feeling weary and warm   we started ahead of the posse   and we got to keep going on      the sherrif aswored he would get me   he's riding with 20 and 5   but I'm not afeared of that posse   they never will get me alive      One hour ahead of the posse   no turning to left or to right   we must win the race to the river   or there'll be a hanging tonight      one hour ahead of the posse   no time for remorse or regret   but somehow her eyes still haunt me   her laughter is taunting me yet      it started the night that we might   she kissed me and vowed she would care   I traded the gold in pocket   to fondle the curls in her hair      she lied when she told me she loved me   she lied with each kiss that she gave   she lied to the moment I caught her   and now she lies still in her grave      on hour ahead of the posse   the night is a-coming on fast   we must win the race to the rio   and well shake that old posse at last      we're nearing the end of our journey   and now I'm inside of my goal   at last we've beaten the posse   - gun shot -   may the Lord have mercy on my soul