Faron Young - Lillies Grow High Lyrics
(Stan Jones)Boots and Stetson and six gunsAnd the lilies grow highThey grow for a man with a gunslingin' handWho before his time must die.They grow in the trail he has traveledA trail well spattered with leadThey weep for the graves of the manyMen they weep for the men now dead.He rides along lonely, no friendsBut only the lilies growin' highAll men seem to fear him, not one will go near himAnd he knows the reason why.His name and fame spread before himLike a carpet of death and he knowsOne day he'll be slow on the drawAnd then for him a lily will grow.A woman may love him though she knowsSoon above him the lilies growin' highThen like the lily she'll bow down her headBow down her poor head and cry.On some boothill they will lay himAnd a headboard will sway in the windThe lily will nod and gently weepFor another gunman's end.Boots and Stetson and six gunsAnd the lilies grow highBoots and Stetson and six gunsAnd the lilies grow high...