Drifting in on a dust cloud parched and dirty from the ride
he tied his horse to a fence post and strapped a gun to his side
across the square walked a lady Indian girl dressed in black
as she walked by she smiled and said as she walked by she said
Lay down your gun young boy lay down your gun young man
Lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die
In her eye he saw a tear winter rose she gave to him
on his cheek she placed a kiss and prayed to set him free
spotted the lady standing waiting there
with outstretched hands to stop that bloody bloody affair
Lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die young man
lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die going to die
if you don't
lay down stay down
lay down lay down your gun young man
lay down stay down young boy
lay down your gun