Letra de Ceceil

I spent too many days on that killing floor
My darling told me "Daddy, don't go back to work no more."
My eyes hang low, and weary as I'm heading out the door
But the blood on my hands is painted blood
Oh the blood on my hands is painted blood
I was just a child, when they sent me off to war
I was turned into a killer, left me rotten to the core
The priests, and politicians bent on evening the score
But the blood on my hands is painted blood
Oh the blood on my hands is painted blood
The sun hangs high in a desert sky Ceceil
The sun hangs high in a dester sky Cеceil
I'm going to town with a bloodshot eye, to kill a Cowboy only God knows why
Thе sun hangs high in a desert sky Ceceil
The cowboys gun is hot to the touch Ceceil
The cowboys gun the hot to the touch Ceceil
Right or wrong to shine or rust, been out in the desert sun too much
A cowboys gun is hot to the touch Ceceil
A man lay dead in the setting sun Ceceil
A man lay dead in the setting sun Ceceil
A man lay dead in the setting sun
A cowboy rides with a smoking gun
A man lay dead in the setting sun Ceceil
Two men out on an desert plain Ceceil
Two men out on an desert plain Cecil
A gun goes off on that desert plain, one man falls, one rides away
Two men out on an Indian plain Ceceil
Your man came home in a cheap pine box Ceceil
Your man came home in a cheap pine box Ceceil
One red rose on a cheap pine box, A black veil over your Scarlet locks
Your man came home in a cheap pine box Ceceil