 He should be coming along any minute now Tomorrow's payday at the mill He'll never see me in all these bushes Forest is dense I've been following his movements for weeks now Every other Tuesday He takes the payroll money down to the mill Nobody will ever know what happened to him Ah, here he comes I can tell by that whistle As soon as he gets well into this forest I'll shoot him Take his money and ride off on that horse They won't find him for a long time Maybe never