Said you gonna shoot me down, Put my body in my river. Shoot me down, Put my body in my river While the whole world sings, Sing it like a song The whole world sings Like there's nothing going wrong! He shot her down, he put her body in the river He covered her up, but I went to get her And I said, 'my girl what happened to you now?' I said, 'my girl, we gotta stop it somehow!' Uh, uh, uh, uh Oh, and tell me what's the man with a rifle in his hand Gonna do for a world that's some sick and sad? Tell me what's the man with a rifle in his hand Gonna do for a world that's gone mad? He's gonna shoot me down, put my body in the river Cover me up with the leaves of September Like an old sad song, you heard it all before Well, Delia's gone, but I'm setting the score. Uh, uh, uh, uh Oh, and tell me what's the man with a rifle in his hand Gonna do for a world that's some sick and sad? Tell me what's the man with a rifle in his hand Gonna do for a world that's gone mad?