The Long Black Rifle (From the Album The Kingston Trio at Large) - The Kingston Trio

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?

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

Shot him down and away he ran