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