L. ColemanN. Gimbel
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.
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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?
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His dyin' words I repeat to you.
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