"The Children All Cried As the Hero Did Die 
And the Credits They Rolled On to Black 
There's Comfort They Know, They'll Soon Be At Home 
With the Hero in Wait Behind the Curtains 

Heroes Don't Die That's the Truth 
Next Show We'll Know What to do 
Stand Our Ground If We Make It That Long 
And Wait For the Hero to Ride 

A Blonde-headed Boy With a Coon-skin For a Crown 
He Marches His Troops Into Town 
Six-shooter Hand, Black Powder Caps 
He Just Saved the City From the Indians 

Heroes Don't Die That's the Truth 
Next Show We'll Know What to do 
Circle the Wagons and Hope He Breaks Through 
And Wait For the Hero to Ride 

But the Boy Was Betrayed On a Slow Fire Day 
When His Rifle It Ran Out of Caps 
The Tracers and Mortars Sang a Mournful Song 
With His Hero Nowhere to Be Found 

Try to Explain to the Mama Who's Cryin 
That Her Baby Boy Was Only Tryin 
To Hold Out a Moment For Some Myth On a Stallion 
Tell Her That Heroes Don't Die"