Gunslinger

Kick some dirt over the coals
He grabbed his gun he grabbed his coat
Before that trail it could turn cold, cold
He’s already at the canyon floor

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With eyes a blazing
and a thirsty soul
and a mind that’s aimed on settling
the score

Riders came in
from the North
On their faces the story told
They’d been running hard from
something
They smelled of fear they reeked of gin

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Riding hard to reach the break
Before that moon it could turn full
They had no time for talk,
each one
resolved
Not to be the first to fall

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As that canyon turned to walls
They’d been unarmed, he cut them
short
He spoke no thoughts and
they got no final words
and if they prayed, nobody heard

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