They say a man's best friend is his horse 
But I say it is his gun 
For what can a horseman do without a gun? 
I sold my silver barrelled gun 
And bought a brocade gown for my beloved 
But she could not accept it 
She returned it 
Now I have no gun and no love 
No, but with wet lashes and a charming smile 
I could tell her heartache was more terrible than mine 
I could stand the heartache 
If I could see you again 
Until then, 
I am alone, city to city 
Walking the streets 
With a heavy heart.