WHAT’S RIGHT FROM WRONG ©2017 Mackie Humphries & Vic Arnold The saloon was packed Saturday night Dancehall girls were holdin’ tight Then a cowboy cried out “girl you lied” A shot rung out. He said goodbye As his true love lay on the floor He disappeared through the swingin’ doors The possee made chase through the night At the border line they swung him high In mornin’ light, many deride How could she've been a cowboy's bride She should have lived a good life, long If she'd learned what's right .... from wrong The preacher held the good book high In a few gospel words he sighed “Sinners you all take one last look ‘Fore this girl’s all covered with dirt Barely eighteen she’s died alone No grieving kin, no loving home Just a line on her gravestone 'She never learned what’s right or wrong'" Inst. In the morning light the preacher turned to take a sip of what he yearned then turned back to the mournful throng and cried out " Who knows right .... from wrong?" You sinners, all take one last look ‘Fore this girl’s covered with dirt Barely eighteen she’s died alone No grieving kin, no loving home Just a line on her gravestone "She never learned what’s right or wrong" The preacher cried out to the throng No one taught her right from wrong The preacher cried out to the throng Who will teach her right from wrong………….
