He was the type That liked to write his own adventures He left his guns, he left two kids And left his pictures Well that's when I heard she said She said, "You're gonna end up dead" She put that gun up to his head And took his picture She took his picture Her folks are gone She's got no kids and got no sisters She's got a gun She's got two kids and got his pictures Well that's when I heard she said She said, "You're gonna end up dead" She put that gun up to his head And took his picture She took his picture He picked her up He thought she was some hippie hitcher She waved a gun She waved so long and took his picture Well that's when I heard she said She said, "I knew you'd end up dead" She put that gun up to his head And took his picture She took his picture She took his picture She took his picture She said, Where did we go wrong? Where did we go wrong? Where did we go wrong? Where did we go wrong?