Gunslinger, Gunslinger, where did you go wrong?
When you were a child did the Cheyenne and Souix, refuse to plaay nicely with you, did you always feel you didn't belong, Gunslinger?
Don't wear your guns in town today, Old Buddy, cause last night you cried out Mommy Dear, You got a recurrent dream in your craw, and that dream of your Maw will inhibit your draw, Old Buddy.
Yippi yi ay, yippi yi yo.
There you lie dead in the dust, Old Buddy...
Old Buddy, and now your myth begins...
Out in the West its generally believed you faced and killed the toughest hombres of your day, but time has revealed your feet of clay.
Recent research has clearly shown that 99% of the gunmen you killed were simply accident prone, Old Buddy, Gunslinger!
