The Gunman

I sit here poised and ready, slip the thong off of my gun; I saw him when he walked in, No good son of a gun; Half the men here recognize him, when he strode through the door; The room is taught with anger; we’re fixing to mop the floor; He ordered up a tall one and threw a glance around the room; I remember my good buddy, he sent on up the flume; Tombstone was where it happened, that drifter came to town; Johnny was loud mouthing, when the drifter shot him down; Now Johnny was a hard case, but he had him lots of friends; And most of us in this here bar were there when he met his end; I toss a glance off to my left and drop my hand down to my colt; He was staring down my barrel when the drifter tried to bolt; I hit the ground a running and I pulled that hammer back; Today ended in bloody revenge, that was the end of Zack…