DESCRIPTION:
Shot by brother Ryan, 8mm by Brian edited by brother Josh with clips from Death Rides a Horse, a film of the Public Domain. Lyrics Below:

Darling, Won't you kiss me-Once for good luck, so the sand wont kiss my knees-Darling, I will miss thee, if the street stones drink the red life, out of me- Well Black Shot Billy, shot my pappy, and he thinks that he's free, forever be-Well I've been aiming at rotten figs and apples and it seems that his head looks ripe to me. He'll been on the next train. This following monday, and the night stage, will bring him right to me. I see the sunset crying, the pale moon is sighing, as he climbs up with cosmic apathy. Well I shot him ten times now in the last week, and it seems, he's a little bit sore at me.
Enter: Black Shot Billy

I ran to the street
where we were to meet
followed the red trail, that lead me 'round the store. It stopped abruptly and I ran straight home. He was lying, stretched out to my door.
Though I never loved him, I forced a tear to my eye. For I knew he would die, at only twenty three. Well years've gone by now, and I'm alone somehow, there ain't nobody having having gunfights over me.