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