Lyrics
Now he s gone i don t know why, remember when we used to play
I hit the ground, we rode on horses made of sticks Bang, you hit the ground
Remember when we used to play, my baby shot me down Sinatra, he would always laugh and say
you hit the ground
He shot me down, my baby shot me down
I shot you down, he shot me down
he shot me down
He shot me down, i used to shoot you down
i called him mine
he didn t even say goodbye
he wore black and i wore white
I hit the ground, just for me the church bells rang, i hit the ground
When i grew up, you hit the ground
He wore black and i wore white, that awful sound, he wore black and i wore white
He shot me down, he would always win the fight, when i grew up
He didn t even say goodbye, my baby shot me down, i called him mine
That awful sound, i hit the ground
I was five and he was six, and till this day some times i cry Bang, my baby shot me down
I shot you down, he shot me down, i hit the ground
He would always laugh and say, my baby shot me down, now he s gone i don t know why
That awful sound, i shot you down Nancy, we rode on horses made of sticks
When i grew up, that awful sound
I used to shoot you down, he would always laugh and say Bang, music played and people sang
Seasons came and changed the time, he would always laugh and say, and till this day some times i cry
Remember when we used to play, he didn t even say goodbye
i hit the ground
We rode on horses made of sticks, my baby shot me down
That awful sound, i called him mine
Just for me the church bells rang, we rode on horses made of sticks
he shot me down
And till this day some times i cry, just for me the church bells rang, he didn t even say goodbye
he shot me down
Remember when we used to play, he shot me down Sinatra, he shot me down
He would always win the fight, i was five and he was six
he shot me down
Music played and people sang, i called him mine
he would always laugh and say
We rode on horses made of sticks, music played and people sang
Seasons came and changed the time, i shot you down
We rode on horses made of sticks, he didn t even say goodbye Bang, that awful sound
My baby shot me down, music played and people sang Sinatra, i shot you down
that awful sound
I shot you down, he shot me down
That awful sound, music played and people sang Sinatra, when i grew up
He shot me down, i hit the ground Sinatra, he wore black and i wore white
