Trilogy
Released 6 July 1972
Recorded January 1972

Big kid Josie rode away 
In the sunset covered sky 
lynching mob had [bad word] his friend up 
Right before his eyes 
He didn't know what they'd both done 
He sure as [bad word] would end up hung 
Or help to notch the sheriff's gun 
If he didn't move on 
Get out of here 

The sheriff followed Josie's trail 
From Kansas City west 
He said he'd put a bullet right 
Through poor old Josie's chest 
But Josie wasn't like the rest 
He don't like bullet holes in his vest 
In fact he'd do his very best 
Don't want any arrest 
Don't want to be the guest 
Of the sheriff 

The nights got so damned cold 
He couldn't stand the pace 
He looked again for sheriff's men 
But couldn't see a trace 
Josie found a nice warm place 
But then the sheriff solved the case 
Poked a gun in Josie's face 
And said "Look-ee here."

Sheriff rode him into town 
With Josie lookin' sad 
He didn't know about the six-gun 
Big kid Josie had 
Then Josie drew his gun real fast 
Gave the sheriff one big blast 
Now [bad word] the town at last 
legend from the past 
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff.