Sun hangs high (just around noon)   Over bones of past in south desert sand   Outlaws and Indians mingle in town    Billy is in the saloon with a memory    He wants one thing more than anything    Slamming jack back (forgetting everything)    Barkeep brings him a pint and says,    "Hey Billy, this one's on me"       He'll post signs for your return    While drinking down the liquor burn       She's beautuful in every way    He speaks of his love every passing day   Awake in mourning without her presence    Eyes in a clinch, moment becomes tense    Waiting for a word of a witness    (if only to tell her how she missed)    He asks the town and they reply,    "Hey Billy, this is no time to cry."       He'll post signs for your return    While drinking down the liquor burn    Notification is right on time    Just enough to prove it's not too late       He dashes forward through the desolate desert lands,    Considering the risks involved, thinking of his true love.    Not gonna' give up, gonna' fight, gonna' make it through    Cause she might be gone, but she cant be lost    Not gonna' guve up, gonna' fight, gonna' make it through    Cause its never too late