One time there rode an outlaw to the town of New Orleans, his demeanor down and dirty holster ripping at the seams. He was looking for the sheriff to settle an old score. But after things went south man he's not looking anymore.
His name was mourning mann and by the shock inside his voice he was not prepared to fight back but he didn't have a choice he was looking for the sheriff to settle an old score, but after things went south man he's not looking anymore.

So live a little
Live a little
Live a little

Tomorrow into yesterday he's going there and back again
And all his stops have been delayed the Mourning Mann he missed his aim. And now he's lost in time today and I'm not sure he feels okay.
But tomorrow into yesterday he'll make his mischief go away.

The sheriff found the outlaw with a bullet in his back.
Chuckled to himself man I guess I got the last laugh.
Found a bottle opened next to good ol' Mourning Mann, he took to the saloon and played right into the outlaw's hands. The sheriff bragged forever about the nonexistent duel, as he fattened up his words he began to act the fool. He took a drink and tumbled back into his seat. The sheriff, poisoned and forgotten fell into a deep sleep.

So live a little
Live a little
Live a little

Tomorrow into yesterday he's going there and back again
And all his stops have been delayed the Mourning Mann he missed his aim. And now he's lost in time today and I'm not sure he feels okay.
But tomorrow into yesterday he'll make his mischief go away.

The sheriff and the outlaw, they were buried side by side.
A fitting end to both the way that they had lived their lives.
One poisoned by his hubris he died foolish with no friends.
One died from his vengeance, he knew it was his end.