Butch Cassidy

Butch Cassidy
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 ours aren't counterfeit
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 feelin's showin
And you gave off the final sound
'Cause a soldier's death is so much better than
Defeat just hangin' around. Defeat just hangin' around