The Long Black Rifle

Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale.

It'll make you cold. It'll turn you pale.

It's a tale of a man's never ending love

And the long, black rifle.

He wed a woman sworn to another

And, in a rage, the other man

Shot him down with a long, black rifle,

Shot him down and away he ran.

A prairie man loved a city maid.

Was the love he took worth the price he paid,

When a man ends up at the smoky end

Of a long, black rifle?

He wed a woman sworn to another

And, in a rage, the other man

Shot him down with a long, black rifle,

Shot him down and away he ran.

His dyin' words I repeat to you.

"You can never kill love when love is true.

It lives when only the rust is left

Of the long, black rifle.

He wed a woman sworn to another

And, in a rage, the other man

Shot him down with a long, black rifle,

Shot him down and away he ran.

Shot him down and away he ran.