Oh, to be torn ’twixt love and duty.
S’posin’ I lose my fair-haired beauty.
Look at that big hand move along nearin’ high noon.
He made a vow while in state prison,
Vowed it would be my life or his’n
I’m not afraid of death, but oh what will I do if you leave me?
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin’.
You made that promise as a bride.
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin’.
Although you’re grievin’, don’t think of leavin’
Now that I need you by my side.
Wait along, wait along wait along, wait along.