'm just a man, doing all I can To hold on to my girl, she's my whole world. But one night in June, I know you saw him too, A man rode into town, just after sundown. My lady caught his eye, and lord how I cried, She said she'd stay true, said he can't compare to you. The very next day, the man he took my name, And on his feet I saw the very boots I'd bought.
So break me and take all that I have, Leave me with nothing at last. Break me and take my life away, Just pull your six-shooter and leave me in the dust someday.
He wore my same jeans, the ones she bought for me, He caught my lady's eye, and lord I thought I'd die. I tried to stop it then, but I could not pretend, The love I'd thought was true, boy was I fool. A sweet serenade as they rode away, He sang some fatal tune, the one I sing for you. So listen to my story, and heed this here warning: Never trust a man with a thieving hand.
So break me and take all that I have, Leave me with nothing at last. Break me and take my life away, Just pull your six-shooter and leave me in the dust, Pull your six-shooter and leave me in the dust someday.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
