My Baby Shot Me Down

I was five and he was six,
We rode on horses made of sticks,
He wore black and I wore white,
He would always win the fight,

Bang bang, he shot me down,
Bang bang, I hit the ground,
Bang bang, that awful sound,
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time,
When I grew up, I called him mine,
He would laugh and always say,
Remember the time we used to play,

Bang bang, I shot you down,
Bang bang, you hit the ground,
Bang bang, that awful sound,
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played and people sang,
Just for me the church bells rang.

Now he’s gone I don’t know why,
And till this day I sometimes cry,
He didn’t even say goodbye,
He didn’t take the time to lie,

Bang bang, he shot me down,
Bang bang, I hit the ground,
Bang bang, that awful sound,
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.