Goodbye Holly, Holly GoodbyeYour wife's gonna miss youYour baby's gonna cryPat Garrett he shot you with a cold 44He caught you across the tableGone forever moreGoodbye Holly, Holly GoodbyeYour wife's gonna miss youYour baby's gonna cryGoodbye Holly, Holly so longAll your good times have passed up and goneAcross the high country, they'll remember your nameEvery crime that gets committed, on you they'll put the blameGoodbye Holly, Holly GoodbyeYour wife's gonna miss youYour baby's gonna cryGoodbye Holly, Holly so longAll your good times have passed up and goneGoodbye Holly, Holly Goodbye
