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Bill

 loved the hundreds of women and whiskey glass respected.
Loved trains overtake a galloping.
Cox on Colt, valued faithful night dagger
And - loop to hang the enemy on the bough.
Was a robber and a thief I'm clever and cunning,
And my head is highly appreciated.
Crazy about guns and I was on a dare
Tagged bullet printed words on the stone.
I was an enemy of the law and caught me sheriff.
And hang like I escaped from prison ...
I saw death many times. This is not a myth
It is my duty to her is great, and I live on loan.
I am ruthless Bill - my name coyote
And I have no enemies among the living until
But dead - long lost already account.
Among all one can not remember one of them.
But one day I met a Mexican one.
Oh, do not forget that night ... and I can not describe.
Something confused thoughts - let whiskey glotnu ..
I'm on the importance of what I wanted to say.
Yes, I love it and threw robbery.
His ranch built and lived - like a dream.
But it came to my house the old woman with a scythe,
My background is hard to answer me.
Whirlwind of lead and fire, bullets hail around
I did not give up - I took a fatal fight.
There were five of them, and one ex-friend
And I decided then - I will take all of a
Explosions, flames - they died screaming
Blood ran down his face and in his eyes muddy.
I was clenching his teeth, growling viciously through them,
And gently shaking the rifle in his hands.
All sent to the grave in the terrible battle
But they shot my bride ....
Buried by the river, on a steep bank,
Tears ran out, the more I can not cry ...
In Act I stand on guard now.
Bill - the coyote - a life of broken, wounded beast.

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