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Year on the tombstone reads 1805
Says that he died by the gun
On a cool purple evenin' in New Mexico
A prairie of shadows and stone

With the coyotes howl and the lonesome wind
His mournful story is told
He longs to ride and be free again
Not owin' the Devil his soul
And the legend grows old

So let's sing a song for him now boys
As he lays in his stony grave
Let's drink one more round
To our friend in the ground
The gunfighter's gone but the legend remains

Dry tumbleweeds roll over his grave
Chased by the hot desert wind
The afternoon trembles under the sun
As the wild dust devils spin

Then twilight falls once again
Moonlight's silver and gold
The desert cools with the fadin' sun
Another day's grown cold
And the legend grows old

So let's sing a song for him now boys
As he lays in his stony grave
Let's drink one more round
To our friend in the ground
The gunfighter's gone but the legend remains

So let's sing a song for him now boys
As he lays in his stony grave
Let's drink one more round
To our friend in the ground
The gunfighter's gone but the legend remains

The gunfighter's gone but the legend remains