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