There's only five bullets in my old six shooter
cause I had to say goodbye to Mona
and her saddles are lying where the west winds sighing
on the lonely plains of Arizona

Oh we'd been together fair and stormy weather
and for many years I'd been her owner
now there's only five bullets in my old six shooter
cause I've had to say goodbye to Mona

when she stumbled and fell at the round up
I knew we'd have to part
but the look in her eyes that she gave me
nearly broke my heart

I'm the saddest cow puncher on the whole darned prairie
from Nevada down to Arizona
cause there's only five bullets in my old six shooter
cause I had to say goodbye to Mona

I used to play a record of this when I was a kid in the 1940's and cry
about Mona!