| At last the outlaws dead
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| This is the first of our goodbye’s
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| The bells they toll for me 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 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 soul’s 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 sleep’s tonight
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| I hear the widow’s crying out
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| All alone in there 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 cowboy’s do have to die
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| Just one life to give
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| So that we both might live |