Goodbye Holly, Holly, goodbye
Your wife is gonna miss you
Your baby's gonna cry
Pat Garrett, he shot you with a Colt .44
He caught you 'cross the table
You're gone forever more
Goodbye, Holly, Holly, goodbye
Your wife is gonna miss you
Your baby's gonna cry
Goodbye, Holly, Holly, so long
All your good times have passed up and gone
Across the high country
They'll remember your name
Every crime that gets committed
On you, they'll put the blame
Goodbye, Holly, Holly, goodbye
Your wife is gonna miss you
Your baby's gonna cry
Goodbye, Holly, Holly, so long
All your good times have passed up and gone
Goodbye, Holly, Holly, goodbye