I've always been labeled as the rip-roarin, hell-raisin' kind

But you know here lately, I've got other things on my mind

Like livin' and dyin, and where I'll spend eternity

And what kind of reward, Jesus, have you got out on me?

Down here on earth, there's a big price on my head

But I have my friends and my loved ones, who'll cry when I'm dead

And someday we'll all sing along from the other side

'Cause I've heard that everyone's wanted, behind your heavenly gates in the sky

What kind of reward, Jesus, have you got on me?

I wonder how the words on my big wanted poster do read

And, oh, how I'd love to be taken into your custody

And what kind of reward, Jesus, have you got out for me?

What kind of reward, Jesus, have you got on me?

I wonder how the words on my big wanted poster do read

And, oh, how I'd love to be taken into your custody

And what kind of reward, Jesus, have you got out on me?

And, oh, how I'd love to be taken into your custoy

And what kind of reward, Jesus, have you got for me?