when i woke up this morning

i found myself alone

i turned to touch her hair

and she way gone, she was gone

and there beside my pillow

where her tears from the night before

she said give up your guns and face the law



i robed a bank in temper

and i thought i had it made

but the hounds picked up my trail within the glaze

so i ran and i stumbled on this cabin

and she cam to me to me once more

she said give up your gun and face the law



i don't wanna to leave her i don't wanna to die

deep within a cold, cold grave with no one around to cry.

but i go my pistols and now it's time to choose

shooting here or handing there

and either way i loose



and now i am in this cabin where my own true love should be

instead the lies and notes she wrote to me

and it said, thow you can live by the built but you sure instead can die

my love give up your guns and say those good bye, good bye

and the sheriff is now calling with a shotgun at my door

son give up your guns and save the law