Suspect Fled The Scene

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
Fever to find the scapegoat fast and fix the blame
I know you never meant to leave the way you came
Looking down from that stain glass steeple
They’ll never know why you had to run
Ride as fast as you can
They’re shooting to kill