The Builders and The Butchers Cecile Lyrics The Builders And The Butchers lyrics

The sun hang high in the desert sky Cecile
The sun hang high in the desert sky Cecile
Goin into town with a bloodshot eye, to kill a cowboy only god knows why
The sun hang high in the desert sky Cecile

The cowboys gun is hot to the touch Cecile
The cowboys gun the hot to the touch Cecile
Right or wrong to shine or rust, been out in the desert sun too much
A cowboys gun is hot to the touch Cecile

A man lay dead in the setting sun Cecile
A man lay dead in the setting sun Cecile
A man lay dead in the setting sun
A cowboy rides with a smoking gun
A man lay dead in the setting sun Cecile


Two men out on an desert plain Cecile
Two men out on an desert plain Cecile
A gun goes off on that desert plain, one man falls, one rides away
Two men out on an Indian plain Cecile

Your man came home in a cheap pine box Cecile
Your man came home in a cheap pine box Cecile
One red rose on a cheap pine box, A black veil over your Scarlet locks
Your man came home in a cheap pine box Cecile