THERE’S ONLY FIVE BULLET’S

IN MY OLD SIX SHOOTER

CAUSE I HAD TO SAY GOODBYE TO MONA

NOW THE SADDLE’S A LYING

WHERE THE WEST WIND’S ARE SYING

ON THE LONELY PLAINS OF ARISONA

WE’VE RIDDEN TOGETHER

FAIR AND STORMY WEATHER

AND FOR MANY A YEAR I’VE BEEN A ROAMER

NOW THERE’S ONLY FIVE BULLET’S

IN MY OLD SIX SHOOTER

CAUSE I HAD TO SAY GOODBY TO MONA

WHEN SHE STUMBLED AND FELL AT THE ROUNDUP

WELL I KNEW WE HAD TO PART

AND THE LOOK IN HER EYE

THAT SHE GAVE ME

NEARLY BROKE MY HEART

I’M THE SADDEST COWPUNCHER

ON THE WHOLE DARN PRARIE

FROM NAVADA DOWN TO ARIZONA

AND THERE’S ONLY FIVE BULLET’S

IN MY OLD SIX SHOOTER

CAUSE I HAD TO SAY GOODBY TO MONA

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WHEN SHE STUMBLED AND FELL AT THE ROUNDUP

WELL I KNEW WE HAD TO PART

AND THE LOOK IN HER EYE

THAT SHE GAVE ME

NEARLY BROKE MY HEART

I’M THE SADDEST COWPUNCHER

ON THE WHOLE DARN PRARIE

FROM NAVADA DOWN TO ARIZONA

AND THERE’S ONLY FIVE BULLET’S

IN MY OLD SIX SHOOTER

CAUSE I HAD TO SAY GOODBY TO MONA

OH MONA

GOODBYE OLD PAL

GOODBYE.