I can't shake off the expression in my mind Of the man I killed on the first of July He was bigger than me, cold and bad But I can't bear the weight of regret When I walked into that saloon I had been drinking since noon In the dance of fate, we clashed that night A moment of weakness, a misfortuned fight I can't forget the look on the face Of the man whose life I disgraced I should have stayed home that fateful night Or learned to chill and swallow my pride When I pulled my gun, he made a feint So I pressed the trigger, I'm not a saint I should have waited a second or two But now it's done, what can I do? His gaze still haunts me, it's etched in my soul A burst of anger that took it's toll The echoes of the gunshot still remain I didn't know him, but I felt his pain Forgive me, lord, I'm on my knees I didn't kill that man, it was the old me I would do things differently if I could go back 'Cause I can't get his eyes out of my head