Go put out the fire   And I'll meet you on the other side   Walk with me alone   I will not harm you   Or let you die      The 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   Or leave you to die      The papers said I'm a killer   The 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   If you call off the guns, well,   I'll call of the dogs...      They'll never find you   They'll never catch me, no...