Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you cold. It'll turn you pale. It's a tale of a man's never ending love and the long, black rifle.
Chorus: He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.
A prairie man loved a city maid. Was the love he took worth the price he paid, When a man ends up at the smoky end of a long, black rifle?
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His dyin' words I repeat to you. "You can never kill love when love is true. It lives when only the rust is left of the long, black rifle.