Your gun is your best friend or maybe your worst enemy, death and hate follow you like a thirst stricken dog to water. The next place you stop someone with death has a date and his poor soul your not there to save ..a gunfighter’s story!
Where every town
sure as a tumbleweed
something’s going down
death like his shadow feed
blood and leather soak
life holds nothing at the end of a gun
tiny piece of lead a man’s life choke
cemetery another senseless grave
another wanna’ be, another mother’s son
gunfighter’s story and someone a mistake!
Gunfighter doesn’t say much
his revolver usually talks better
the trigger the slightest touch
his quickness with some doesn’t register
gun-play isn’t a game
he’s a killer don’t kid yourself
to take him reckless would be a dead shame
two pieces of wood nailed
ground above you, your name
your just another notch, another gunfighter’s story!
Sound of a bullet echo
then a thud and a useless grunt
another man’s ignorant macho
pain of death as he falls with his gun
never fired, too slow he wasn’t a gunfighter
all he ever shot was a fence post
nothing like the grip of death, nothing tighter
few minutes flies and the stench of his body gross
what makes a man follow his mis-guided ego
face a gunfighter whom, his gun, and death ..a gunfighter’s story!
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