Текст песни Pt. 2 Sometimes They Do

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