Из альбома: The Tennessee Fire
Butch cassidy I could've been your friend, and rode with you
and the sundance kid.
We'd laugh awhile and we'd smile a bit, cause crimes
like our arent counterfit.
They say you never even killed a man,
till it came right down to your final stand.
Bullets flyin and the wounded cryin and your buddy he's goin down.
Get lower
and the feelins show and you gave off the final sound.
Cause a soldiers
death is so much better than defeat just hangin around.
Defeat just hangin around