With  contrite  hearts  on  the  blackest  of  days

We＇ve  done  our  deeds  but  now  we  have  to  pay

The  social  call;  the  presidents  not  home

The  gossip  line  we  never  would  have  known

I  awoke  to  the  sound  of  singing  in  the  streets    

The  sorrow  fell  like  the  setting  sun

On  dusty  streets  the  sound  of  running  in  our  heads

As  we  hung  like  leaves  from  the  trees

Shooting  from  the  hip  we  live  our  lives  so  precariously

Breathing  deeply  for  the  last  time  I  can  see

The  lights  shining  just  for  me...

Built  to  last

This  winters  going  to  end

The  sun  will  shine  on  our  faces

Life  begins...

Swing  low,  Sweet  chariot

Carry  me  home    

Ride  till  sunset  leave  it  all  behind    

and  go

Cowboys  never  die    

Built  to  last

This  winters  going  to  end

The  sun  will  shine  on  our  faces

Life  begins...

When  life  ends  life  begins    

Again  and  again