Butch Cassidy, I could've been your friend And rode with you, and the sun dance kid We'd laugh awhile and we'd smile a bit 'Cause crimes like ours aren't counterfeit
They say, you never even killed a man Till it came right down to your final stand
Bullets flyin' and the wounded cryin' And your buddy, he's goin' down Get lower and the feelin's show And you gave off the final sound
'Cause a soldiers death is so much better Than defeat just hangin' around Defeat just hangin' around Defeat just hangin' around Defeat just hangin' around