The gun slips from his hand

There is blood on the sand

There's a hole in his chest and emotion spews out.

He's a cowboy he's not a man

He trembles he cannot stand

He'd kiss the smoking barrel, but there's blood in his mouth.

New chaps cover bloody knees

And frustrations of poverty

But with a new town he becomes a new man

Though he's still a boy at heart

And those bullets tear him apart

What a way for a kid to make a stand.

You're a walking unmarked grave, you're best bet is to stay away

Because he has a bullet with your name on it

There's a bullet in his belt, it just might help

There's a place in your chest where it just might fit!

He's in the prayer position, bu nobody's listening

Bleeding like a dog is no way for a kid to go'

So if the sight catches your eye

You'd best walk on by

You damn desperado!