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.

bang wee hut don.

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.

bang wee hut don.
bang bang.
he shot me down.
bang bang.
i hit the ground.
bang bang.
that awful sound.
bang bang.
my baby shot me down.