He rode into town on a black horse
Rode into town with death in his heart
He knew he had to live out his course
Knew his life always had death as a part
He strolled over towards the saloon
Looking for the man he hunted for so long
Knew they would come face to face soon
Punish him for the things he did wrong
Now in the street they are face to face
They know why they are here for
Watching, the people slowly pace
Waiting for when one will draw
Like a flash, out comes the gun
Like a flash, the bullet will fly
The gun blazes hot like the sun
And today a man has to die
The gun slingers' job is done
Another life is gone and burned
He now puts away the killing gun
And collects the money he earned
Rode into town with death in his heart
He knew he had to live out his course
Knew his life always had death as a part
He strolled over towards the saloon
Looking for the man he hunted for so long
Knew they would come face to face soon
Punish him for the things he did wrong
Now in the street they are face to face
They know why they are here for
Watching, the people slowly pace
Waiting for when one will draw
Like a flash, out comes the gun
Like a flash, the bullet will fly
The gun blazes hot like the sun
And today a man has to die
The gun slingers' job is done
Another life is gone and burned
He now puts away the killing gun
And collects the money he earned
copyright Chris Smith 2005
Cool! Makes me think of the Stephen King hero Roland from the Dark Tower series. :)
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