I was five, and he was six

We rode on horses made of sticks

He wore black, and I wore white

He would always win the fight

Bang bang. He shot me down

Bang bang. I hit the ground

Bang bang. That awful sound

Bang bang. My baby shot me down

Seasons came, and changed the time

When I grew up I called him mine

He would always laugh and say:

Remember when we used to play

Bang bang. I shot you down

Bang bang. You hit the ground

Bang bang. That awful sound

Bang bang. I used to shoot you down

Music played, and people sang

Just for me the church bells rang

Now he’s gone, I don’t know why

Until this day sometimes I cry

He didn’t even say Goodbye

He didn’t take the time to lie

Bang bang. He shot me down

Bang bang. I hit the ground

Bang bang. He shot me down

Bang bang. I hit the ground

Bang bang. That awful sound

Bang bang. My baby shot me down

Bang bang. He shot me down

Bang bang. I hit the ground

Bang bang. That awful sound

Bang bang. My baby shot me down

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