Forty Four Gun

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Don’t you remember on that rocky mountain side
Where we laid down to rest
You promised to be my blue eyed boy
While the sun sank in the west

Now hand me down my old gray hat
It’s hanging there on a nail
Before this time tomorrow morn
I’ll be gone on that long long trail

Ifin you see me standing on the porch
With a forty four in my hand
Just tell them all I’ve killed myself
Cause you’ve gone to some far distant land

I wish to the lord I’d never been born
Or died when I was young
I never would have seen them to brown eyes
Or heard that flattering tongue

I never will listen what another man says
Let his hair be black or brown
Unlessin he’s on some scaffold high
Crying darlin I wish to come down

Don’t you remember on that rocky mountain side
Where we laid down to rest
You promised to be my blue eyed boy
While the sun sank in the west