A young man rode with his head held high
Under the Texas sun
And no one guessed that a man so blessed
Would perish by the gun
Lord, would perish by the gun
A shot ran out like a Southern shout
And Heaven held its breath
For the dream of multitude and peace
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Rode with him to his death
Lord, rode with him to his death
Yes, the heart of the world weighed heavy
With the helplessness of tears
For a man cut down in a Texas town
In the summer of his years
In the summer of his years
(rpt)
