Western Sound

I can hear the swing of the saloon doors, I can hear the spurs on the hardwood floors. I can feel the heat of the noon day sun, I can hear the people,to the side of the street they run. I can hear the steps as they come to meet, I can feel the stare they give in the middle of the street. I can hear the clock as it strikes twelve, I can hear their heart beat faster and swell. I can hear the pistol pull from the leather on their side, I can hear the blast's as one man cried. I can hear the body hit the ground from the shot that was fired, I can hear him ride away,that gun for hire. I can only hear,not for fear for me, I can only hear because I am a cowboy who can't see.