Boots and Stetsons and six guns And the lilies grow high They grow for a man with a gunslingin' hand Who before his time must die They grow on a trail he has traveled, A trail well covered with blood They weep for the graves of many men They weep for the men now dead A woman may love him but she Knows soon above him Are lilies gonna grow high Then like that lily she'll bow down her head, Bow down her poor head and cry On some boot hill they will bury him His legend will fade in the wind The lilies will nod and gently weep For another gunman's end Boots and Stetsons and six guns (Boots and Stetson and six guns...) ...And the lilies grow high...