The Long Black Rifle

	作曲 : Norman Gimbel/Lawrence Coleman
	Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale.
	It'll make you cold.
	It'll turn you pale.
	It's a tale of a man's never ending love and the long, black rifle.
	He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
	Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.
	A prairie man loved a city maid.
	Was the love he took worth the price he paid,
	When a man ends up at the smoky end of a long, black rifle?
	He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
	Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.
	His dyin' words I repeat to you.
	"You can never kill love when love is true."
	It lives when only the rust is left of the long, black rifle.
	He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
	Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.
	Shot him down and away he ran.

	zuò qǔ : Norman Gimbel Lawrence Coleman
	Come closer, my love, and you' ll hear my tale.
	It' ll make you cold.
	It' ll turn you pale.
	It' s a tale of a man' s never ending love and the long, black rifle.
	He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
	Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.
	A prairie man loved a city maid.
	Was the love he took worth the price he paid,
	When a man ends up at the smoky end of a long, black rifle?
	He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
	Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.
	His dyin' words I repeat to you.
	" You can never kill love when love is true."
	It lives when only the rust is left of the long, black rifle.
	He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
	Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.
	Shot him down and away he ran.