Lyrics:

Lying on his death bed
Rolling up his eyes
Reaching out his hands
I felt his fingers in mine
I open up my mouth to speak
It suddenly went dry
The air became too hard to breathe
I started to cry
Started back on Friday
The words I still recall
'Don't go inside the rising sun
Your boys are too small'
Ignoring everything he said
We hammered on the door
When finally we came to leave
A price takes its toll
Down on the street
The running sounds of feet
Everybody's trying to get inside
To see what are rising, yeah
Hit 'em on the left
Cov?r 'em on he right
Everybody tried to make it home
Can't find a way tonight
You drank up all the liquor
You drank most of the wine
You've been with all the women
Now it comes to paying time
I do believe I heard a sound
A flash before my eyes
I watched him hit the ground
There was a gun by his side
Ah-ahh, Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh, Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh, Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh, Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh, Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh, Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh, Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh, Ah-ahh
Down in the street
The running sounds of feet
Everybody's trying to get inside
To see what are rising, yeah
Hit 'em on the left
Cover 'em on the right
Everybody gather, find a way
Gotta make your way home tonight