, that awful sound Bang Bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You
Bang, that awful sound Bang Bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You
goodbye? To rule the Country, baby, you and I? Little princess in a terrible mess A kingdom alone, but no love to confess Dreams of a prince on a tall white horse
Put on your white sombrero Saddle your horse my dear And ride off into the sunset You'd better go For there is no Place for you here Like an old fashoned
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
I was five and she was six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black and she wore white She would always win the fight Bang bang, she shot me down
bonus track] [Cream cover] In the white room, with black curtains, near the station Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses
sure got the message When I reached out to hold her That shoulder sure was cold Figured I'd just let goodbye run its course I ain't her cowboy anymore [Chorus:] These white
, This Kiss (Unstoppable) This Kiss, This Kiss Cinderella said to Snow White How does love get so off course? All I wanted was a white knight With a good heart, soft touch, fast horse
never was good at goodbye I couldn't stand to see her cry Lookin' out at the river all alone Cody stood behind me like a stone While she said goodbye
Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses
land, way down, way down, way down in shady land There's two great white horses, they gonna drive my baby away Well, two, two great white horses, comin
on the plain Dead, dead, dead I fall to my knees and weep And goodbye to You all And goodbye to you all Whilst the Gods play Goodbye Goodbye to you
Men in white undershirts tend to their endings Get as tired as the suburbs that they're defending We were dying to get out God knows our neighbors, walks
[Cream] In the white room With black curtains Near the station Black country roof No gold pavements Tired starlings Silver horses Ran down moonbeams
My challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran Out where the horses
goes on for 7 years. The first half is cool. Prophetic cheers. The second half is cruel. Sadness and tears. Armageddon man all of heaven is gathered there. Christ on His white horse
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