Butch Cassidy, I could've been your friend,
And rode with you and the Sundance Kid.
We'd laugh awhile and we'd smile a bit,
'Cause crimes like ours aren't counterfeit
They say you never even killed a man,
Till it came right down to your final stand.
Bullets flyin' and the wounded cryin'
And your buddy, he's goin' down.
Get lower and the feelin's show
And you gave off the final sound.
'Cause a soldier's death is so much better than Defeat just hangin' around.
Defeat just hangin' around.