| Lyrics: | L. ColemanN. Gimbel
Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you cold.
It'll turn you pale.
It's a tale of a man's never ending love and the long, black
rifle.
Chorus:
He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
Shot
him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.
A prairie man loved a
city maid. Was the love he took worth the price he paid,
When a man ends up at the smoky end of
a long, black rifle?
(Chorus)
His dyin' words I repeat to you. |
