Pt. 2 Sometimes They Do - Burden Of A Day

At last the outlaws dead

This is the first of our goodbye’s

The bells they toll for me My blood or his on this dirty street

My God my hands don’t fail me now

The devil’s tool to do God’s will

The women cry the men are still

His silhouette up on the hill

Hush baby don’t you cry for me We men are the last of a dying breed

An empty flask, a cloud of dust

A muzzle flash, a crowd now hushed

BANG BANG he shot me dead

BANG BANG a bullet through his head

Oh no I killed my friend

Gun fight such a bitter end

Now dead man’s hill

Claims two more soul’s tonight

At ten paces BANG BANG he shot me dead

At ten paces gun fights such a bitter end

Now the city sleep’s tonight

I hear the widow’s crying out

All alone in there beds

Oh no what have i done

Oh no what have i done

Three small simple words to say

Grown men are taught not to cry

But cowboy’s do have to die

Just one life to give

So that we both might live