dont send the sheriff to avenge my name,
cheap whiskey lead me to this doom,
there is no one else here to blame.
Tip back my hat for one last breath,
and the last thing i see is your face,
life was good but death seemed best,
for it will lead me to your embrace.
So if I'm murdered when i go to town,
just read the letter in my desk,
dont cha go a feelin' down,
just pay attention to the list.
Make sure she knows I love her,
send her some flowers from me,
this cowboy is smiling from up here,
dreaming of her company.
It's sundown now,
reckin' I'll head on towards the light.
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