They were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his name  

As the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky begins to fall  

You can see their shadow by the light of the moon  

They had heard the gypsys call  

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Ooh, ooh, Hurry Sundown

She had hair as black as darkness, eyes of emerald green  

And her voice was soft and tender, oooh she could sing  

She will sing no more, or dance again or shake a tambourine  

They had taken her away, she was dead and gone, hear the gypsies sing  

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Silver devils in his holsters, stars strapped to his heels  

There was fire in his eyes, they say that he was dressed to kill  

He had hands as fast as lightning, a heart as cold as steel  

He had come for the one that took her life, lying in Boothill  

CHORUS  

(Repeat first verse)   Copyright 1977 Hughie Thomasson