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