Poor boy on the run tries to make it to the border,
burnt in the desert sun, in love with the sheriff's daughter.
Bloodhounds are on his trail. He can hear them barking.
Soon his end will come. The desert has got no marking.
There will be no tomb. There will be no gravestone.
Vultures in the sky leave nothing but the bones.
Emily waits back home. She's mad with desire,
don't know what's going on, her loving heart is on fire.
He promised her to come and free her from her family.
She will wait in vain. Poor little Emily.
The devil and the lord both had their pleasure.
They keep making bets when it's at their leisure.