Give Up Your Guns
Words and Music by Rupert Holmes (Moonbeam Publishing Corp.) (ASCAP)

When I woke up this morning, I found myself alone.
I turned to touch her head and she was gone,
She was gone.
And there beside my pillow, were her tears from the night before.
She said, “Give up your guns and face the law.”

I robbed a bank in Tampa, and I thought I had it made,
But the hounds picked up my trail within the glades.
So I ran.
And I stumbled on this cabin, and she came to me once more.
She said, “Give up your guns and face the law.”

I don’t want to leave her,
I don’t want to die,
Deep within a cold, cold grave with no one ‘round to cry.
But I got my pistol,
Now it’s time to choose –
Shooting here, or hanging there, and either way I lose

And now I’m in this cabin, where my own true love should be.
Instead there lies a note she wrote to me.
And it says,
“No, you can’t live by the bullet,
But you sure as death can die.
My love, give up your guns or say, goodbye, goodbye.”

And the sherriff now is calling, with his shotgun at my door,

“Son, give up your guns, and face the law.”