With five or six shots from my gun—
I’d killed him, yes dang him, I’d killed him!—
A cop came my way on the run.
“I started to run to the river,
Then felt a sharp pain in my breast;
And fell in the street all aquiver—
A bullet had gone through my chest.
“There’s no use to tell you the rest, Doc,
There’s nothin’ much more I can tell;
I’m happy, what I did was best, Doc—