(Emerson, Lake) Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun Talk with the Sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she Didn't come clean Jumped on the Mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is A queen Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't have kissed her, but he Couldn't say no Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her, so he picked up his suit-case and Decided to go Wicked Josie rode away In the sunset covered sky A lynching mob had strung his friend up Right before his eyes He didn't know what they'd both done He sure as hell would end up one A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun If he didn't move on Get out of here The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the West He said he'd put a bullet right Through poor old Josie's chest But Josie wasn't like the rest He don't like bullet holes in his vest In fact he'd do his very best Don't want any arrest Don't want to be the guest Of the sheriff The nights got so damned cold He couldn't stand the pace He looked again for sheriff's men But couldn't see the chase Josie found a nice warm place But then the sheriff solved the case Hoped to find Josie's face And said lookie here... Sheriff rode him into town With Josie look inside He didn't know about the six-gun Wicked Josie had Then Josie drew his gun real fast Gave the sheriff one big blast And Josie was a song at last A legend from the past Nobody ever messed with the sheriff