Well I come from a town
Where boys you better learn to stand tall
Where it's balance or fall
Well Darlin' they won't need it all
And tomorrow I'll ride
Down this road of living more or less
Now won't put down my guns
To the House of the Rising Sun
So let the parlor boys play on my dying day
But until then I gotta (?) in
Shoot out the window ... (?)
Well I'm nobody's friend
And I'll always be a stranger to them
And the harlots upstairs
And they'll never even notice I was there...
May be hard to understand...
Lay down like the rest
With a rope round my neck
But you will always remember my name
It echoes through the canyons
As soft as the rain
Now lay down like the rest
With a rope round my neck
But you will always remember my shame
It echoes through the canyons
Soft as a rain