The Killer's Fair Fight

Bert the gunslinger got word at the bar, Was a man down the street wearin' a star Said Bert was a murderer (and it was true), And he was gonna hang for an hour or two. Bert the gunslinger sent word then and there That he'd meet the Marshall and fight him fair. So out in the dusty street walked he Lookin' at the jail where the Marshall should be. Close up behind him, calm, like the sun, The Marshall stopped with his pointed gun. "Bert, this is fair as you as you deserve," he said. "You murdered, you're evil, and now you're dead." Four shots rang out in the hot dry air, And Bert almost said, "But that ain't..." But two more bullets split his heart, And Justice, fair Justice, played his part.