the sun goes down and i feel sad
about the friend that i once had
he turned out a no good bum
i blew his carcass to kingdom come
he was the sheriff’s brother in law
the sheriff challenged me to a draw
i cut him down like a boardinghouse clothesline
because he was no friend of mine
i must travel from town to town
followed by my evil renown
no pretty schoolmarm waits for me
just the shadow of the hanging tree
you say you have heard my tale before
that it has no why, and no wherefore
i agree that that is true
the trail is dust, the sky is blue
the buzzard circles overhead
with feathers of black and eyes of red
the sun shines down on bones of white
curfew shall not ring tonight
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