At last the outlaw's dead
This is the first of our goodbyes

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 souls tonight
At ten paces BANG! BANG! he shot me dead
At ten paces gun fights such a bitter end
At ten paces BANG! BANG! he shot me dead
At ten paces gun fights such a bitter end
Now the city sleeps tonight
I hear the widow's crying out
All alone in their 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 cowboys do have to die
Grown men are taught not to cry
But cowboys do have to die
Grown men are taught not to cry
But cowboys do have to die

Just one life to give
So that we both might live
Just one life to give
So that we both might live
Just one life to give
So that we both might live
Just one life to give
So that we both might live