She Was Young and She Was Pretty

She was young and she was pretty

She was warm and tender too

She was all a man could ask for

But her heart could not be true

No her heart could not be true.

Eyes that sparkle just like diamonds

Lips as fresh as morning dew

She was young and she was fickle

And her heart could not be true

No her heart could not be true.

Cheeks just like a rose when blooming

And a form so fine and rare

Curls that hung below her shoulders

Gold the color of her hair.

Now she's gone no one can claim her

In my cell I'm sad and blue

One bright night I shot and killed her

She was young and so untrue

She was young and so untrue.

One bright night I watched another

kiss her like I used to do

So I drew my gun and killed her

She was young and so untrue.

In the morning just at daybreak

When the roses kissed the dew

I shall hang because I killed her

She was young and so untrue

She was young and so untrue...