| Song | Billy Gray |
| Artist | Robert Earl Keen |
| Album | Walking Distance |
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| 作词 : Blake | |
| Billy Gray rode into | |
| Gantry back in '83 | |
| There he did meet young | |
| Sarah McCray | |
| The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning | |
| Herald of springtime in his young life that day | |
| Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality | |
| In her young eyes, | |
| Billy bore not a flaw | |
| Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun | |
| Wanted in | |
| Kansas City by the law | |
| Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands | |
| That lie to the north of | |
| New Mexico | |
| He was overheard to say he was lookin' for | |
| Bill Gray | |
| A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw | |
| Well, the deadly news came creepin' to | |
| Billy, fast sleepin' | |
| There in the | |
| Clarendon | |
| Bar and Hotel | |
| He fled towards the old church, there on the outskirts | |
| Thinking he'd climb that old steeple bell | |
| But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay dying | |
| There in the dust of the road where he fell | |
| Sarah, she ran to him cursing the lawman | |
| Accepting no reason knowing he was killed | |
| Sarah lives in that same old white frame house | |
| Where she first met | |
| Billy some forty years ago | |
| And the wild rose of morning has faded | |
| With the dawning of each day of | |
| Sorrow the long years have sown | |
| Written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown | |
| Eighteen words to a passing world say: "True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay" |
| zuo ci : Blake | |
| Billy Gray rode into | |
| Gantry back in ' 83 | |
| There he did meet young | |
| Sarah McCray | |
| The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning | |
| Herald of springtime in his young life that day | |
| Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality | |
| In her young eyes, | |
| Billy bore not a flaw | |
| Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun | |
| Wanted in | |
| Kansas City by the law | |
| Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands | |
| That lie to the north of | |
| New Mexico | |
| He was overheard to say he was lookin' for | |
| Bill Gray | |
| A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw | |
| Well, the deadly news came creepin' to | |
| Billy, fast sleepin' | |
| There in the | |
| Clarendon | |
| Bar and Hotel | |
| He fled towards the old church, there on the outskirts | |
| Thinking he' d climb that old steeple bell | |
| But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay dying | |
| There in the dust of the road where he fell | |
| Sarah, she ran to him cursing the lawman | |
| Accepting no reason knowing he was killed | |
| Sarah lives in that same old white frame house | |
| Where she first met | |
| Billy some forty years ago | |
| And the wild rose of morning has faded | |
| With the dawning of each day of | |
| Sorrow the long years have sown | |
| Written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown | |
| Eighteen words to a passing world say: " True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay" |
| zuò cí : Blake | |
| Billy Gray rode into | |
| Gantry back in ' 83 | |
| There he did meet young | |
| Sarah McCray | |
| The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning | |
| Herald of springtime in his young life that day | |
| Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality | |
| In her young eyes, | |
| Billy bore not a flaw | |
| Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun | |
| Wanted in | |
| Kansas City by the law | |
| Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands | |
| That lie to the north of | |
| New Mexico | |
| He was overheard to say he was lookin' for | |
| Bill Gray | |
| A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw | |
| Well, the deadly news came creepin' to | |
| Billy, fast sleepin' | |
| There in the | |
| Clarendon | |
| Bar and Hotel | |
| He fled towards the old church, there on the outskirts | |
| Thinking he' d climb that old steeple bell | |
| But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay dying | |
| There in the dust of the road where he fell | |
| Sarah, she ran to him cursing the lawman | |
| Accepting no reason knowing he was killed | |
| Sarah lives in that same old white frame house | |
| Where she first met | |
| Billy some forty years ago | |
| And the wild rose of morning has faded | |
| With the dawning of each day of | |
| Sorrow the long years have sown | |
| Written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown | |
| Eighteen words to a passing world say: " True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay" |