At last the outlaw's dead
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This is the first of our goodbyes
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The bells they toll for me
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My blood or his on this dirty street
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My God my hands don't fail me now
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The devil's tool to do God's will
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The women cry the men are still
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His silhouette up on the hill
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Hush baby don't you cry for me
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We men are the last of a dying breed
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An empty flask, a cloud of dust
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A muzzle flash, a crowd now hushed
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BANG BANG he shot me dead
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BANG BANG a bullet through his head
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Oh no I killed my friend
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Gun fight such a bitter end
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Now dead man's hill
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Claims two more souls tonight
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At ten paces BANG BANG he shot me dead
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At ten paces gun fights such a bitter end
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Now the city sleeps tonight
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I hear the widow's crying out
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All alone in their beds
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Oh no what have I done
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Oh no what have I done
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Three small simple words to say
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Grown men are taught not to cry
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But cowboys do have to die
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Just one life to give
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So that we both might live
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Pt. 2 Sometimes They Do
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| Burden Of A Day |
