Suspect Fled The Scene

Old friend
 Your horse is ready to ride
 When morning comes
 From this church town
 Where damning rumors drip
 From holy tongues
 It won't go away
 It won't go away
 It won't go away
 The fever
 To find a scapegoat fast
 And fix the blame
 I know
 You never meant to leave
 The way you came
 It won't go away
 It won't go away
 It won't go away
 Looking down
 From their stained glass steeples
 They'll never know
 Why you had to run
 Ride as fast as you can
 They're shooting to kill
 Ride as fast as you can
 They're shooting to kill
 Ride as fast as you can
 They're shooting to kill
 Ride as fast as you can
 They're shooting to kill