Sting - I Hung My Head
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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Early one morning
With time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle
And sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider
Crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him
To practice my aim
My brother's rifle
Went off in my hand
A shot rang out
Across the land
The horse he kept running
The rider was dead
I hung my head
I set off running
To wake from the dream
Went into the stream
I kept on running
Into the salt lands
And that's where they found me
My head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me
Why had I run
Then it came to me
Just what I had done
And all for no reason
J