Early one morning, with time to kill
I borrowed jeb's rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider, crossing the plain
i drew a beed on him, to practise my aim
My brothers rifle, went off in my hand
the shoot rang out, across the land
the horse he kept runnimg, the rider was dead
I hung my hung, I hung my head, I hung my head
Damn near brings me to tears.
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