II
She once walked ride at my
side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps couldn't
deny
Torment from a child who knew
III
That in the quiet morning,
there would be despair
And in the hours that followed,
no one could repair
That poor girl, she cried
out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world
round,
A symphony of violence! The
great Southwest unbound...
La la la La la la La la la...
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