when i woke up this morning i found myself alone i turned to touch her hair and she way gone, she was gone and there beside my pillow where her tears from the night before she said give up your guns and face the law
i robed a bank in temper and i thought i had it made but the hounds picked up my trail within the glaze so i ran and i stumbled on this cabin and she cam to me to me once more she said give up your gun and face the law
i don't wanna to leave her i don't wanna to die deep within a cold, cold grave with no one around to cry. but i go my pistols and now it's time to choose shooting here or handing there and either way i loose
and now i am in this cabin where my own true love should be instead the lies and notes she wrote to me and it said, thow you can live by the built but you sure instead can die my love give up your guns and say those good bye, good bye and the sheriff is now calling with a shotgun at my door son give up your guns and save the law