SHE WAS YOUNG AND SHE WAS PRETTY


as recorded by Marty Robbins
1960


She was young and she was pretty,
She was warm and tender too.
She was all a man could ask for
But her heart could not be true,
No, her heart could not be true!

Eyes that sparkle just like diamonds,
Lips as fresh as morning dew.
She was young and she was fickle
And her heart could not be true,
No, her heart could not be true!

Cheeks just like a rose when blooming
And a form so fine and rare,
Curls that hung below her shoulders,
Gold the colour of her hair.

Now she's gone no-one can claim her,
In my cell I'm sad and blue.
One bright night I shot and killed her,
She was young and so untrue,
She was young and so untrue!

One bright night I watched another
Kiss her like I used to do,
So I drew my gun and killed her,
She was young and so untrue!

In the mornin', just at daybreak,
When the roses kiss the dew,
I shall hang because I killed her,
She was young and so untrue,
She was young and so untrue!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - November 2020)