Black cat on your doorstep A hoot owl callin your name The hound dogs well they wont keep quiet And its bad luck the same Ring around that full moon Go on knock on wood Red sky in the mornin And you know it dont look so good Ya better run, better run, better load your gun Reckon theyll be coming soon Better run better rin better burn your fun fin preacher mans comin fort youu Ya better run better run better burn your fun, preacher mans comin for you The church bells are ringing Ya gotta pay that toll They dont care about your good good credit They just want your soul You better go on out the back door You better travel light Yo aint got much time for sleepin, cause theyre hedin out tonight Better run better load your gun reckon thell You better run better run better burn your fun Preachermans coming for you Right hand on the bible Left foot in the grave Both eyes on the money pot cause you, you got none today Best not get too precious gonna burn down youre still They aint shootin down your crooked dice they only gonna aim to kill
better, run, burn, reckon, ya