He was Tougher Than Leather,
The sun shined or not.
And he didn't care whether,
When a young kid from Cow Town,
Wanted a showdown,
And he was careless or just maybe forgot.
But he died in the gunfight, Blinded by sunlight:
Never draw when you're facin' the sun.
And old Tougher Than Leather, Just carved one more notch on his gun.
And when he turned to go,
The beautiful maiden knelt down,
And on his breast, placed a rose,
Where her dead sweetheart lay. While the townspeople stared in dismay.
And old Tougher Than Leather,
Should've known better,
And the townspeople froze,
But he picked up the rose in his hand.
When his hands crushed the rose,
And the rose petals fell in the sand. And old Tougher Than Leather,
Was a fullThe grass never grew beneath his feet.
From one town to another,
He would ride like the wind, But his mind kept going back to the street.
Where a young cowboy died,
And a young maiden cried,
And rose petals fell in the sand.
And his heart had been softened,
And he knew he must see her again.
By the beautiful maid, Where it all had come down,
Well he went back to the town,
And he searched but his search was in vain.
And say he was sorry,
He had wanted to find her,
For causing her heart so much pain. But one night he died,
Brought on by the wrong he had done.
From a poison inside,
And old Tougher Than Leather,
Well he was burried in Cow Town,
Had carved his last notch on his gun. Along about sundown,
Lookin' good in his new storeWhen the young maiden came over,
And knelt down beside him,
And on his lapel placed a rose.
There's a bird in the sky, To a place from a place,
Changing skies, changing skies.Flying high, flying high,.
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