The Ballad of That Murdering Bastard Ed Millar - The Bonnevilles

Oh home

Just the chance to be alone

Just me and my gun

The devil knows his own

Oh blood

The type that doesn’t wash off

Made by my gun

The devil knows this one

Oh the rain it comes down

I get know comfort as it falls from my brow

The things I’ve done, they’ll never see the sun

And I know now

I should have sold my guns

Oh the rain it comes down

I get know comfort as it falls from my brow

The things I’ve done, they’ll never see the sun

And I know now

I should have sold my guns

Ooh, I should have sold my guns

Ooh, I should have sold my guns