when i woke up this morning
i found myself alone
i turned to touch her hair
and she way gone, she was gone
and there beside my pillow
where her tears from the night before
she said give up your guns and face the law
i robed a bank in temper
and i thought i had it made
but the hounds picked up my trail within the glaze
so i ran and i stumbled on this cabin
and she cam to me to me once more
she said give up your gun and face the law
i don't wanna to leave her i don't wanna to die
deep within a cold, cold grave with no one around to cry.
but i go my pistols and now it's time to choose
shooting here or handing there
and either way i loose
and now i am in this cabin where my own true love should be
instead the lies and notes she wrote to me
and it said, thow you can live by the built but you sure instead can die
my love give up your guns and say those good bye, good bye
and the sheriff is now calling with a shotgun at my door
son give up your guns and save the law
