Butch Cassidy, I could've been your friend And rode with you, and the Sun dance kid We'd laugh awhile and we'd smile a bit Because crimes like ours aren't counterfeit They say, you never even killed a man Until it came right down to your final stand Bullets flying and the wounded crying And your buddy, he's going down Get lower and the feelings show And you gave off the final sound Because a soldiers death is so much better Than defeat just hanging around Defeat just hanging around Defeat just hanging around Defeat just hanging around Butch Cassidy, I could've been your friend