text: I pulled out my Stage Coach Times
  And I read the latest news
  I tapped my feet in dumb surprise
  And of course I saw they knew
  The Pinkertons pulled out my bags
  And asked me for my name
  I stuttered out my answer
  And I hung my head in shame
  Now theyve found me
  At last, theyve found me
  Its hard to run
  From a starving family
  Now theyve found me
  Well, I wont run
  Im tired of hearing
  There goes a well-known gun
  Now Ive seen this chain gang
  Lord, I say let me see my priest
  I couldnt have faced your desert sand
  Old burning brown backed beast
  The poor house they hit me for my kin
  And claimed my crumbling walls
  Now I know how Reno felt
  When he ran from the law
  Now theyve found me
  At last, theyve found me
  Its hard to run
  From a starving family
  Now theyve found me
  Well, I wont run
  Im tired of hearing
  There goes a well-known gun
  Now theyve found me
  Lord I say at last theyve found me
  Its hard to run
  From a starving family
  Lord, I say now theyve found me
  Well, I wont run
  Im tired of hearing
  There goes a well-known gun
  Lord, I say, now theyve found me
  At last theyve found me
  Its hard to run
  From a starving family
  Now theyve found me
  And I wont run
  Im tired of hearing
  There goes a well-known gun