Fuentes-Gauthier-Valentino Buckles of silver Stars made of gold He was looking meaner That I'd been told He wore his shirt unbu*toned Right down to the waist And the lines of a k**er Well they marked his face Chorus Bounty hunter He's as mean as they come He just won't be happy Till his job is done Bounty hunter I've got a price on my head He just won't be happy Till he sees me dead I was winning at poker With a whiskey in my hand When the door swung open I had to make my stand I never heard him call me But he must have said my name 'Cause I walked right out the door Right into his game [chorus] [chorus] Bounty hunter Bounty hunter Bounty hunter Bounty hunter Bounty hunter Bounty hunter [etc]