Make me a bed right down on your floor, 
Make me a bed right down on your floor, 
I’ll lay my head in a bed on your floor.

I’m a poor lonesome boy, I’m a long ways from home, 
I’ll lay my head in a bed on your floor.

Clock striking midnight and daylight to go, 
I’ll lay my head in a bed on your floor.

Sheriff on my trail with a big forty-four, 
I’ll lay my head in a bed on the floor.

Bed on the floor, baby, bed on the floor, 
I’ll lay a bed right down on your floor, 
I’ll lay my head in a bed on your floor.

Poor lonesome boy, I’m a long ways from home, 
I’m a poor lonesome boy, I’m a long ways form home, 
I’ll lay my head right down on your floor.

I’m gonna keep that diamond in my mind
For there’s hell upon the breeze
There’s hell upon the breeze
Six riders ride

They say I must be the devil’s child
And the hell upon the breeze
Six riders ride

And all my days have been the losin’ kind
And the hell upon the breeze
Love, it ain’t mine