Text: Outlaws. Hurry Sundown.

Gypsy's dance around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky begins to fall
You can see his shadow by the light of the moon
They had heard the gypsys call

She had hair as black as darkness, eyes of emerald green
And her voice was soft and tender, ooh she could sing
She will sing no more, or dance again or shake a tambourines
They had taken her away, she was dead and gone
And hear the gypsies sing

Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Hurry Sundown

Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown

Silver devils in his holsters, stars strapped to his heels
There was fire in his eyes, they say that he was dressed to kill
He had hands as fast as lightning, a heart as cold as steel
He had come for the one that took her life
Lying in Boothill

Gypsy's dance around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky begins to fall
You can see his shadow in the light of the moon
They had heard the gypsys call

Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown