THE GUNFIGHTER
The outlaw rides the dark dusty trails
Trouble will surely find him, that never fails
For as many years as he can remember, he's lived by the gun
Man versus cold steel, the meaning of life, freedom & fun


The lives he has taken are to numerous to count
Killing is his living and he will do it for any amount
Wrangling the herds was never his calling in life
He prefers a sixgun and a big ole Bowie knife


From Dakota Territory to ole Mexico he leaves a trail of blood
Climates don't bother him, through the snow, rain, heat & mud
This profession he has done now for nearly 25 years
He knows his day is coming, his replacement is what he fears


His day of reckoning comes when in a saloon he finally meets
The young gunfighter that calls him out on Tombstone's Allen Street
He draws for his gun, but the youngsters quicker, he falls and dies
Youngsters name is Dag Nerbert, he skins twin Colt fourty-fives
Go Ahead, I ain't skeered!! Skin It !!!!!!
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