I was five and he was six

We rode on horses made of sticks

he wore black and I wore white

He would always win the fight



Bang bang he shot me down

Bang bang I hit the ground

Bang bang that awful sound

Bang bang my baby shot me down



Seasons came and changed the time

when I grew up I called him mine

He would always laugh and say



"Remember when we used to play

 Bang bang I shot you down

 Bang bang you hit the ground

 Bang bang that awful sound

 Bang bang I used to shoot you down"



Music played and people sang  

Just for me the church bells rang

After echoes from a gun

We both vowed that we'd be one



Now he is gone I don't know why

till this day Sometimes I cry

He didn't even say goodbye

He didn't take the time to lie...