I was five & he was six

We rode on horses made of sticks

He wore black & I wore white

He would always win the fight bang-bang...                        

He shot me down bang-bang                          

I hit the ground bang-bang

That awful sound bang-bang

My baby shot me down

Seasons came & changed the time

When I grew up I called him mine

He would always laugh & say

Remember when we used to play bang-bang…

I shot you down bang-bang

You hit the ground bang-bang

That awful sound bang-bang

I used to shoot you down

Now he's gone I don't know why

&'till these days sometimes I cry

He didn't even say good bye

Didn't take time to lie bang-bang...

He shot me down bang-bang

I hit the ground bang-bang

That awful sound bang-bang

My baby shot me down

Почему у старых песен, которые цепляют до самой глубины души, всегда такой простой и незамысловатый сюжет?..