"The children all cried as the hero did
die And the credits they rolled on to
black There's comfort they know, they'll soon
be at home With the hero in wait behind the
curtains
Heroes don't die that's the
truth Next show we'll know what to do Stand
our ground if we make it that long And wait for
the hero to ride
A blonde-headed boy with a
coon-skin for a crown He marches his troops
into town Six-shooter hand, black powder
caps He just saved the city from the
Indians
Heroes don't die that's the
truth Next show we'll know what to
do Circle the wagons and hope he breaks
through And wait for the hero to
ride
But the boy was betrayed on a slow
fire day When his rifle it ran out of
caps The tracers and mortars sang a mournful
song With his hero nowhere to be
found
Try to explain to the mama who's
cryin That her baby boy was only tryin To
hold out a moment for some myth on a
stallion Tell her that heroes don't die"
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