The song of my life has been sung;
I’m done and there’s no use in tryin’
To patch up a bullet torn lung.
“I’ll bet, Doc, you think I’m a tough one
Who’d fight at the stroke of the bell—
You’re right, Doc, my life’s been a rough one,
And now I am headed for hell.
“I used to be decent as any
Young man in that little mill town;
My friends in the village were many,