I've grown tired of this place   I'm sick and tired of being seen   I've got an itch that I can't shake   It's saying "Don't even pick up, just leave."      Sometimes I wish I had a broader shoulder   Sometimes I wish I could carry myself like I was older   If I had the disposition of a man on a mission   I could go be a bandito      And I would do whatever I please   And I wouldn't worry about anything   Except my own back and when    I'd make my next sting   All I need is my gun and my dog   And she's got the right attitude to be a bandito, too      I will wear my jacket loose   I'll tear up my jeans and put on some ugly boots   I'll pull my hat real low and never make up my face   If people ask me where I'm going    I'll say "Wherever my feet take me."      And I'll sleep where I sleep   And I'll eat what I eat   Not tied down by house or home    I've got my home, it's on the road   'Cause it takes go to be a bandito      And I will do whatever I please   And I won't worry about anything   Except my own back and when   I'll make my next sting   All I need is my gun and my dog    And she's got the right attitude to be a bandito, too      By train or by truck or by boat or by plane   Won't get caught by the law, I'll tell no one my name   And you can try to find me, but I won't be found   'Cause now I know what I need, I'm freedom bound      And I will do whatever I please   And I won't worry about anything   Except my own back and when   I'll make my next sting   All I need is my gun and my dog    And she's got the right attitude to be a bandito, too