Jonesie: [Throughout the episode Jonesie gradually sings this song one stanza at a time] From the hills at night the outlaw came, / Just running for to live, / And the pretty little girl never knew his name, / Still all her love she give.
Jonesie: It's a sad, sad song that I'm singing, / It's a sad, sad tale that I tell, / About a love that a poor girl is bringing, / To a man who is destined for Hell.
Jonesie: At the outlaw's heals the sheriff rode, / With a gun strapped to his side, / And the ever running man lived the outlaw's code, / Take love but never a bride.
Jonesie: So chase went on both day and night, / With the sheriff gaining some, / 'Till they didn't give a hang who was right or wrong, / Just when the end would come.
Jonesie: It's a sad, sad song that I'm singing, / It's a sad, sad tale that I tell, / About a love that a poor girl is bringing, / To a man who is destined for Hell.
Jonesie: Now the outlaw faces the sheriff's gun, / On this night one man must die, / But no matter who sees the morning sun, / The girl is sure to cry.
Jonesie: It's a sad, sad song that I'm singing, / It's a sad, sad tale that I tell, / About a death a sheriff is bringing, / To a man destined for Hell.
Jonesie: And the outlaw lives like a running man, / With the next hill in his eye, / And they'll always be a sheriff with a gun in hand, / And a girl who'll surely cry.