| Song | Butch Cassidy |
| Artist | My Morning Jacket |
| Album | The Tennessee Fire |
| butch cassidy i could've been your friend, | |
| and rode with you and the sundance kid. | |
| we'd laugh awhile and we'd smile a bit, | |
| cause crimes like our arent counterfit. | |
| they say you never even killed a man, | |
| till it came right down to your final stand. | |
| bullets flyin and the wounded cryin | |
| and your buddy he's goin down. | |
| get lower and the feelins show | |
| and you gave off the final sound. | |
| cause a soldiers death is so much better than defeat just hangin around. | |
| defeat just hangin around. |