The Gunfighter

When he rides into a town everybody holds their Breath, cause hangin' on his hip is the angel of death And his hand goes for the leather then Somebody dies and when he walks away the somebody cries But who's gonna cry for him, Yes whos gonna cry for him He's the Gunfighter with the big Reputation and who's gonna cry for him (Gunfighter, Gunfighter, Gunfighter) As he rides from town to town there's no smile upon his face And the stallion that he rides never slackens his pace But always just around the bend, There is one who will try to gun the Gunfighter and he too will die But who's gonna cry for him, Yes whos gonna cry for him He's the Gunfighter with the big Reputation and who's gonna cry for him (Gunfighter, Gunfighter, Gunfighter) So if you should see this man with a Colt in his Hand, on a horse that is gleaming and black as the night Well then you'd better move aside cause many have Died, their six guns have fallen their women have cried But who's gonna cry for him, Yes whos gonna cry for him He's the Gunfighter with the big reputation and who's gonna cry for Him, oh who's gonna cry for him there's No one to cry for him nobody cries for him