Well I come from the town
Where boys you better learn to stand tall
Where it's balance or fall
Oh darling do you want me at all
In the morrow I ride
Down this road of living more lies
I won't put down my guns
Till the house of the rising sun
So let the parlor boys play
On my dying day
But until then
I gotta roam again
So shoot out the windows
Of who you think I am
Well I'm nobody's friend
And I'll always be a stranger to them
And the harlots upstairs
Well they'll never even notice I was there
I'm stealing your queen
Cause I've always got an ace up my sleeve
It may be hard to understand
But I like it when they don't mind when I leave
I may die like the rest
With a rope round my neck
But you will always
Remember my name
It echoes through the canyons
And the soft desert rain
And I may die like the rest
With a rope around my neck
And you will always
Remember my shame
It echoes through the canyon
And the soft desert rain
