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 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 Shot him down and away he ran