Hunter

(альбом: Country! - 1970)

There's a stranger in town called the Hunter
Wild and reckless loving is his game
He'll whisper lies and lure you to his pitfall
And leave you trapped in your own shame
The Hunter's always looking in the shadows
Waiting to pounce upon his prey
Should you give him more than a passing glance
He'll haunt you down and steal your heart away

Pay no attention to his silver tongue
Be careful of his dashing manner
Just keep your arms around the one you love
And beware of the Hunter

The Hunter knows a woman is a woman
And each of you will have your time and place
He'll track you one by one until you're falling
And leave you there with mud upon your face

Pay no attention to his silver tongue
Be careful of his dashing manner
Just keep your arms around the one you love
And beware of the Hunter
Ah, don't be trapped by the Hunter