Lyrics:

Like a corn in a field I cut you down**lf**I threw the last punch too hard**lf**After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time**lf**To throw in my hand for a new set of cards**lf****lf**And I can''t take you dancing out on the weekend**lf**I figured we''d painted too much of this town**lf**And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon**lf**And I knew then I had lost what should have been found**lf**I knew then I had lost what should have been found**lf****lf**And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford**lf**I''m low as a paid assassin is**lf**You know I''m cold as a hired sword**lf**I''m so ashamed can''t we patch it up**lf**You know I can''t think straight no more**lf**You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford**lf****lf**Like a child when his toy''s been stepped on**lf**That''s how it all seemed to me**lf**I burst the bubble that both of us lived in**lf**And I''m damned if I''ll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel**lf****lf**And if looks could kill then I''d be a dead man**lf**Your friends and mine don''t call no more**lf**Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded**lf**Breaking up''s sometimes like breaking the law**lf**Breaking up''s sometimes like breaking the law