Billy: I sure never figured on you taking on the badge.
Alamosa Bill: Didn't figure on it myself. I was just
in town being sociable. Rode in from Seven Rivers to watch
you hang. Garrett swore me in when you lit out.
Alamosa Bill: [Billy and Alamosa prepare to shoot it out] I don't
suppose there's any other way we could work this out? Nah.
Well, let's get to it. Ten steps?
Billy: Suits me. You count 'em.
[long pause]
Billy: You ain't
thought of another way, have you?
Alamosa Bill: No, I can't come up with nothing.
Billy: Get to it.
Source: IMDb –
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid ( 1973 )
Knockin’ on
Heaven’s Door
By Bob Dylan
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Copyright
© 1973 Ram's Horn Music
Dunblane
Memorial Garden. Stirling
District
KNOCKIN’ ON HEAVEN’S DOOR - 21/12/1996
By Ted Christopher
Lord, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore
It's gettin' too dark, too dark to see
Felt like knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
I feel like knockin' on heaven's door
Lord these guns have caused too much pain
This town will never be the same
So for the bairns of Dunblane
We ask please never again
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green
He leadeth me
The quiet waters by
Lord put all these guns in the ground
We just can't shoot them anymore
It's time that we spread some love around
Before we're knockin' on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Lord put all these guns in the ground
We just can't shoot them anymore
It's time that we spread some love around
Before we're knockin' on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
I've been there too many times before
Songs
for the People
LET me
make the songs for the people,
Songs for the old and young;
Songs to stir like a battle-cry
Wherever they are sung.
Not for the clashing of sabres,
For carnage nor for strife;
But songs to thrill the hearts of men
With more abundant life.
Let me make the songs for the weary,
Amid life's fever and fret,
Till hearts shall relax their tension,
And careworn brows forget.
Let me sing for little children,
Before their footsteps stray,
Sweet anthems of love and duty,
To float o'er life's highway.
I would sing for the poor and aged,
When shadows dim their sight;
Of the bright and restful mansions,
Where there shall be no night.
Our world, so warn and weary,
Needs music, pure and strong,
To hush the jangle and discords
Of sorrow, pain, and wrong.
Music to soothe all its sorrow,
Till war and crime shall
cease;
And the hearts of men grown tender
Girdle the world with peace.
Frances E. W.
Harper
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