Ballad Of A Self-Loading Pistol
Father, i have come.
To tell you about somethin' i done.
Well as the night reared its light head
Into a baby's sun,
We rolled down into the town
From where the black throats come.
And you know there was a robb'ry.
There was a holdup.
Ooh, there was a shootout.
And there was a killin'.
And there's blood on my hands.
Today i killed a man.
Well now, sister, you know me well.
And you ask me well, how it was i felt.
Well, she had an appetite for lovin'
Only a fadin' beauty could posses.
She knew just what she wanted
And she wouldn't take less.
I figured it was a small town.
It was at sundown.
It was just a small crowd of people around.
Oh! but he wouldn't put his guns down.
No, he wouldn't put his guns down.
Oh, he wouldn't put his guns down.
Now his blood's on my hands.
Today i killed a man.
And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol.
Well now, father. i have come.
To tell you about somethin' i done.
He had a widow, runnin' through town screamin'.
He had a brother, and his tears were streamin'.
Now i'm movin' on the border
With a rifle on my shoulder.
'cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol.
And i just come to tell ya,
That it don't hurt no more.
No, it don't hurt no more,
'cuz your son, he's an outlaw.
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.
Yes, your son, he's an outlaw.
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.
Now, your son, he's an outlaw.
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.
And this blood feels good on my hands.
Today i killed a man.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Ballad Of The Self-loading Pistol
Father, I have come.
To tell you about somethin I done.
Well as the night reared its light head
Into a babys sun,
We rolled down into the town
From where the black throats come.
And you know there was a robbry.
There was a holdup.
Ooh, there was a shootout.
And there was a killin.
And theres blood on my hands.
Today I killed a man.
Well now, sister, you know me well.
And you ask me well, how it was I felt.
Well, she had an appetite for lovin
Only a fadin beauty could posses.
She knew just what she wanted
And she wouldnt take less.
I figured it was a small town.
It was at sundown.
It was just a small crowd of people around.
Oh! but he wouldnt put his guns down.
No, he wouldnt put his guns down.
Oh, he wouldnt put his guns down.
Now his bloods on my hands.
Today I killed a man.
And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol.
Well now, father. I have come.
To tell you about somethin I done.
He had a widow, runnin through town screamin.
He had a brother, and his tears were streamin.
Now Im movin on the border
With a rifle on my shoulder.
cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol.
And I just come to tell ya,
That it dont hurt no more.
No, it dont hurt no more,
cuz your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
Yes, your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
Now, your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
And this blood feels good on my hands.
Today I killed a man.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Outlaw
(coverdale/lord/marsden)
When I left my home
I was not much more than a child,
My mother started crying
She knew that I was born to be wild
cos I was looking for the bright lights of the big city,
A red hot town where the girls are pretty
I took to the highway,
Chasing my dream down the line
Heading out for trouble,
Never finding my peace of mind
cos I been run out of town so many times before
An usually kind of places where I cant go back no more
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
I never find it easy trying to keep the feeling alive,
Ive always been a dreamer,
Dreamers find it hard to survive
When theyre living in the bright lights of the big city,
A red hot town where the girls are pretty
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
Born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
Outlaw, outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Outlaw
I'm a stranger in town and my guns never cold
I'm a gambler so bet on your life
You'll never live to grow old
I deal in lead I won't step aside
Where trouble's waitin well so am I
I live for the fight the thrill of the kill
Paid in gold for the blood I spill
Outlaw outlaw outlaw ride
Into the West a gun by your side
Hell and glory honor and pride
A gun will decide where the outlaws ride
The law of the West was the law of the gun
Shoot and be fast live on the run
Stay alive be fast on the draw
Live by the gun or die by the law
Outlaw outlaw outlaw ride
Into the West a gun by your side
Hell and glory honor and pride
A gun will decide where the outlaws ride
Shot through the heart in the blink of an eye
Buried up on boot hill
Life is cheap when the bounty is high
So be ready to kill
The law of the West was the law of the gun
Shoot and be fast live on the run
Stay alive be fast on the draw
live by the gun or die by the law
Shot of whisky I'll be on my way
Back in the saddle pull on the reins
Spurs to the beast over the hill
Another town one more kill
Outlaw outlaw outlaw ride
Into the West a gun by your side
Hell and glory honor and pride
A gun will decide where the outlaws ride
song performed by by Manowar from Louder Than Hell
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A cowboy
A
cowboy on the run
with his big forty four gun
running from the law running
from something he has done
the life of an outlaw isn't much fun
riding in the blazing hot sun
when they asked him why he did it
he said I don't know
we both drew our guns
but he was to slow
the life of an outlaw isn't much fun
riding in the blazing hot sun
now that you caught me I know
I will hang
the life of an outlaw isn't much fun
you took my gun
and tomorrow I will be
hung
poem by Art Kuttler
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Outlaw Poetry?
outlaw poetry?
poets walkin' outside the law,
spewing bloodstained words,
painting the picture they see,
they feel, they live...
talkin' truth in the age
of propaganda...
holding the raw, beating hearts
of those in need...
with trembling hands,
and jaws set firm....
standing in the face of the roar,
fighting against all odds.
outlaw poetry?
hell no! outlaw ignorance!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Outlaw Man
I came out of the fifties
now that's when men were men
I am like the red red rooster,
always couping hens
I guess that I'm a rarity
some call a dying breed
I am a macho bronco stallion
call me Mr Seed
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
When you're talking Elvis,
well I saw him yesterday
He touched me on the shoulder
asked me if he could play
I buttered up my ducktail,
put on my long black drape
I polished up my Boneville
to make those girlies gape
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
the outlaw man
Solo
Jimmy Dean was riding next to me and Steve McQueen
And we're burning up the street now
And we're looking pretty mean
I'm not living in the past
and I'm not history
I'm here to set the records straight,
unlock this mystery
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
I'm the outlaw man
song performed by by Ufo
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Outlaw Man
I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaws son
The highway is my legacy
On the highway I will run
In one hand Ive a bible
In the other Ive got a gun
Well, don you know me
Im the man who won
Woman dont try to love me
Dont try to understand
A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
First left my woman, it was down in santa fe
Headed for oklahoma, I was ridin night and day
All of my friends are strangers,
They quickly come and go
And all my loves in danger,
cause I steal hearts and souls
Woman, dont try to love me
Dont try to understand a life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
Oo....
Woman, dont try to love me
Dont try to understand
A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
Some me call me abel,
Some men call me cain,
Some men call me sinner, lord
Some men call me saint
Some say theres a jesus
Some men say there aint
When you got no life to lose
Then theres nothin left to gain
Outlaw man
Outlaw man
song performed by by Eagles
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Outlaw
Long hard trails underneath the texas sun
Rode into the town I was lookin for some action
Drier than a cactus, had my back against the wall
Suckin down the hooch, when I heard the stranger yell, draw!
Tried to do some talkin, but his hand was on his gun
I was quicker to the trigger, so now Im on the run
(chorus)
No Im an outlaw, running like the rest
No one buys my story, that I shot in self-defense
Outlaw, runnin from the pack
Baby here they come, yeah theyre breathin down my back
Hi-ho silver, now theyre comin after me
Gotta keep movin or theyll hang me from an old tree
Tell my wife and kids Ill see them when I can
Gotta keep movin I am a wanted man
Tried to do some talkin but his gun was at my head
Quicker to the trigger and I pumped him full of lead
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Lenny Bruce
Lenny bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on
Never did get any golden globe award, never made it to synanon.
He was an outlaw, thats for sure,
More of an outlaw than you ever were.
Lenny bruce is gone but his spirits livin on and on.
Maybe he had some problems, maybe some things that he couldnt work out
But he sure was funny and he sure told the truth and he knew what he was talkin
About. never robbed any churches nor cut off any babies heads,
He just took the folks in high places and he shined a light in their beds.
Hes on some other shore, he didnt wanna live anymore.
Lenny bruce is dead but he didnt commit any crime
He just had the insight to rip off the lid before its time.
I rode with him in a taxi once, only for a mile and a half,
Seemed like it took a couple of months.
Lenny bruce moved on and like the ones that killed him, gone.
They said that he was sick cause he didnt play by the rules
He just showed the wise men of his day to be nothing more than fools.
They stamped him and they labeled him like they do with pants and shirts,
He fought a war on a battlefield where every victory hurts.
Lenny bruce was bad, he was the brother that you never had.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Owe Them More Than That
Owe Them More Than That
Old Hank was a drifter passing through,
he stayed long enough to cry the blues,
acquainted with the bottle,
he knew the good Lord too,
Hank was drifter passing through;
Lefty was an oil rigger's son,
he felt every word he ever sung,
and when it came to singin?, Lord,
he showed them how its done;
old Lefty was an oil rigger's son.
They broke the ground
on the road that we go down today,
like a train whistle passing,
their voices are starting to fade.
There are some who sing their praises,
others tip their hats,
but it seems like we owe em more than that.
Marty painted pictures with a song,
El Paso made the whole world sing along,
with the story of Felina and the cowboy in her arms,
Marty painted pictures with a song.
Waylon was the outlaw of our time,
not afraid to lay it on the line,
he went against the grain,
and he always spoke his mind,
Waylon was the outlaw of our time.
They broke the ground
on the road that we go down today,
like a train whistle passing,
their voices are starting to fade
There are some who sing their praises,
others tip their hats,
but it seems like we owe em more than that,
There are some who sing their praises,
others tip their hats,
but it seems like we owe em more than that
but it seems like we owe em more than that,
we all know we owe em more than that...
Yeah, we do.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Ballad Of Jesse James
Well dont you want to climb a mountain
yeah, dont you want to ride the river
drink from a magic fountain
give your woman all the love that you can give her
well dont you want to be an outlaw
dont you want to ride the range
dont you want to be an outlaw children
just like jesse, like jesse james
well now dont you want to swim the ocean
dont you want to climb the highest tree
drink some of momma's lovin' potion
get your woman till she just cant see
dont you want to be an outlaw
just a poor boy out on the skids
dont you want to be an outlaw children
just like billy, just like billy the kid
well now billy he was a bad boy, he won the wild west
by the year of 21, as many notches on his gun
but someone laid him to an early rest
dont you want to climb a mountain
dont you want to ride the river
drink from a magic fountain
give your woman all the love that you can give her
dont you want to be an outlaw
dont you want to ride the range
dont you want to be an outlaw children
just like jesse
guitar solo
Jesse he was a bad boy, he won the wild west
as many notches on his gun as the years of 21
but someone laid him to an early rest
dont you want to climb a mountain
dont you want to ride the river
drink from a magic fountain
give your woman all the love that you can give her
dont you want to be an outlaw
dont you want to ride the range
dont you want to be an outlaw children
just like jesse, like jesse james
well dont you want to be an outlaw
dont you want to be an outlaw
just like jesse, just like jesse, just like jesse james
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Indian Outlaw
(tommy barnes/gene simmons/john d. loudermilk)
(track 6 - time 3:02)
Im an indian outlaw
Half cherokee and choctaw
My baby shes a chippewa
Shes one of a kind
All my friends call me bear claw
The village cheaftin is my paw-paw
He gets his orders from my maw-maw
She makes him walk the line
You can find me in my wigwam
Ill be beatin on my tom-tom
Pull out the pipe and smoke you some
Hey and pass it around
cause Im an indian outlaw
Half cherokee and choctaw
My baby shes a chippewa
Shes one of a kind
I aint lookin for trouble
We can ride my pony double
Make your little heart bubble
Lord like a glass of wine
I remember the medicine man
He caught runnin water in my hands
Drug me around by my headband
Said I wasnt her kind
cause Im an indian outlaw
Half cherokee and choctaw
My baby shes a chippewa
Shes one of a kind
I can kill a deer or buffalo
With just my arrow and my hickory bow
From a hundred yards dont you know
I do it all the time
They all gather round my teepee
Late at night tryin to catch a peek at me
In nothin but my buffalo briefs
I got em standin in line
cause Im an indian outlaw
Half cherokee and choctaw
My baby shes a chippewa
Shes one of a kind
Cherokee people
Cherokee tribe
So proud to live
So proud to die
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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The Lover’s Sacrifice
[HERNANI, Act II.]
DONNA SOL. Together let us fly!
HERNANI. Together? No! the hour is past for flight.
Dearest, when first thy beauty smote my sight,
I offered, for the love that bade me live,
Wretch that I was, what misery had to give:
My wood, my stream, my mountain. Bolder grown,
By thy compassion to an outlaw shown,
The outlaw's meal beneath the forest shade,
The outlaw's couch far in the greenwood glade,
I offered. Though to both that couch be free,
I keep the scaffold block reserved for me.
DONNA SOL. And yet you promised?
HERNANI _(falls on his knee.)_ Angel! in this hour,
Pursued by vengeance and oppressed by power--
Even in this hour when death prepares to close
In shame and pain a destiny of woes--
Yes, I, who from the world proscribed and cast,
Have nursed one dark remembrance of the past,
E'en from my birth in sorrow's garment clad,
Have cause to smile and reason to be glad;
For you have loved the outlaw and have shed
Your whispered blessings on his forfeit head.
DONNA SOL. Let me go with you.
HERNANI. No! I will not rend
From its fair stem the flower as I descend.
Go--I have smelt its perfume. Go--resume
All that this grasp has brushed away of bloom.
Wed the old man,--believe that ne'er we met;
I seek my shade--be happy, and forget!
poem by Victor Hugo
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Pretty Boy Floyd
(woody guthrie)
Gather round me children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy floyd, the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well.
twas in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon
With his wife beside him in a wagon it was into town they rode.
Well, a deputy sheriff called him in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard.
Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down.
He took to the woods and timbers, he lived a life of shame,
Every crime in oklahoma they laid on to his name.
He took to the river boaters long the north canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer he opened up his door.
They tell about a stranger, the same story goes
How pretty boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little home.
Others tell about a stranger who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin, he left a thousand dollar bill.
Into oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day
Come a whole wagonload full of groceries and a note on which did say:
you say that Im an outlaw, you say that Im a thief,
Well, heres a christmas dinner for your families on relief.
Through this world Ive rambled, Ive seen many funny men,
Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen.
But as through your lives you travel, boys, as through your lives you roam
You wont never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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The Ballad Of Cat Ballou
-artists: nat king cole and stubby kaye
-words by mack david and music by jerry livingston
-title song from the 1965 film starring jane fonda, lee marvin (who won an oscar
-for his dual role as a drunken lawman and his counterpart, outlaw kid sheleen)
-cole and kaye, as strolling minstrels, functioned as a greek chorus, commenting
-on the action (?)
Well now friends just lend an ear
For you're now about to hear
The ballad of cat ballou
It's a song that's newly made
And professus and the shade
And the sunrise kid are singin' it for you
Cat ballou, cat ballou
It's a hangin' day in wolf city, wyomin'
Wolf city, wyomin', eighteen ninety four
They're gonna drop cat ballou
Through the gallows floor
She killed a man in wolf city, wyomin'
Wolf city, wyomin', killed a man it's true
And that is why they're a-hangin'
Hangin' cat ballou
She has the smile of an angel
(fights like the devil)
The eyes of an angel
(bites like the devil)
The face of an angel
(i say she's the devil)
(she's mean and evil through and through)
Cat ballou, cat ball-ou-ou-ou
She's mean and evil through and through
With her outlaw band they're now tellin' a story
Now tellin' a story how she rode the plain
The wildest gal in the we-est
Since calamity jane
And today's the day that she's goin' to glory
She's goin' to glory for the way she sinned
They'll be a-speedin' her soul
On a wayward wind
She has the smile of an angel
(fights like the devil)
The eyes of an angel
(bites like the devil)
The face of an angel
(i s
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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If You Wouldn't Be My Lady
Take away the song a songbird sings
Take away the sound that laughter brings
Take the music from a melody
Never take your love away from me
You make me smile
You make darkness turn into warm sunshine
You give me love
The Lord above knows
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here today
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
Take away the gentle summer breeze
Take away the golden autumn leaves
I can live without blue skies above
But I could never live without your love
You give me life
You make bad times turn into the good times
You give me love
The Lord above knows
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here today
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
song performed by by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Jimmy Holiday & Eddie Reeves from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
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Take Your Guns To Town
On the eastern highway we ride
Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky
Whats left is ivy and vine
All the letters Id sent back home
Never express the idea of how a young man
Can be so far from home
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Stumble down main street alone
Just gotten home with my hand on the phone
I was drinking alone on the quilted (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Dyin' Ain't Much Of A Livin'
A whiskey bottle comforts me
And tells me not to cry
While a full moon says a prayer for me
I try to close my eyes
But the night's there to remind me
Of the guns and the early graves
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
To sing an outlaw's serenade
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
The desert's been a friend to me
It covers me by night
And a snakebite's not my enemy
But it taught me how to fight
All this fame don't bring you freedom
Though it wears a thin disguise
When an outlaw is just a man to me
And a man has to die
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
And I hope someone will pray for me
When it's my turn to die... PRAY FOR ME !!!
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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His Song
it is natural that he can be mistaken
as the mad man
at noon he demands that all street lights
be switched on
he says the town is as dark as the night
without the stars and the moon
he proclaims that God is killed by
all these self-righteous people of his town
that God is crucified again and that there
is no Veronica who wipes the blood
from his brow
his song is the song of doubt
he says it is the only certain thing
there is only Nothing
and Nietzche is coming over to strengthen
those that never killed him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Only One Man Killed Today
There are tears and wails in the old brown house
On the hillside steep today,
Though the sunlight gleams on the outer world
There the clouds drift cold and gray.
'Only one man killed,' is the tidings read,
'Our loss was trifling; we triumphed,' 'twas said -
And only here in the home on the hill
Did the words breathe aught but of triumph still.
They had watched and waited, had prayed and wept,
These loving hearts by the cottage hearth,
And the hope was strong that their darling would walk
Unscathed and safe mid the battle's wrath.
They would have gladly shielded his life from ill,
But their trust was all in their Father's will;
They had felt so sure his love would save
The pride of their heart from a soldier's grave.
Now his wisdom has ordered what most they feared,
And their hearts are crushed by the news today,
'Only one man killed,' so the telegram reads -
But for them life's beauty has passed away,
And all the glory and triumph gained
Seems a matter small to the woe blood-stained,
That was in sorrowful strokes, like a tolling bell,
Throbs 'Only one man killed,' as a funeral knell.
'Only one man killed,' - so we read full oft,
And rejoice that the loss on our side was small;
Forgetting meanwhile that some loving heart
Felt all the force of that murderous ball.
'Only one man was killed,' comes again and again;
One hero more among the martyred lain;
'Only one man killed,' carries sorrow for life
To those whose darlings fall in strife.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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