Butch Cassidy

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

Because crimes like ours aren't counterfeit

They say, you never even killed a man

Until it came right down to your final stand

Bullets flying and the wounded crying

And your buddy, he's going down

Get lower and the feelings show

And you gave off the final sound

Because a soldiers death is so much better

Than defeat just hanging around

Defeat just hanging around

Defeat just hanging around

Defeat just hanging around

Butch Cassidy, I could've been your friend