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Buck was a tough man
very fast with his gun
always just one step
ahead of the law

He rode from town to town
never staying all that long
because as soon as word got out
the young gunslingers would come

Now Buck was not a man
to go looking for trouble
but it seemed that some how
it was his middle name

Really all he wanted to do
was marry his sweetheart
and raise a fine family
to live peacefully with them

He had a small hideaway
high up in the Rockies
a simple log cabin
where he could hole up

Not the place to take a bride
far too isolated and bare
talking to Betty he asked her
to purchase some land

Make it down in lush valley
he told her, we can raise cattle
a few horses to start a herd
maybe some hens and geese for eggs

Betty found a prime piece of land
with a cool bubbling spring
trees to shelter and give shade
sweet green grass to feed them all

Buck and Betty got married at last
soon built a fine house and barn
with a corral and stables
yet all too soon their bliss shattered

Young gunslingers heard where he was
dropping by to chance their luck
ending up in wooden coffins
because Buck was real fast

Until one day the townspeople
rode out to see Buck
they wanted him to be their sheriff
to protect them from the bandits

Buck agreed to wear the badge
and rid the town of the bad guys
each day he patrolled the territory
many baddies he lay to rest

Yet he felt he had no real peace
that his life was on borrowed time
he wanted to live his life quietly
tending to family and his ranch

This seemed a wistful thought
as still yet more gunslingers came
one day he knew he'd meet a faster gun
and end his life face down in dirt

One day while build a nursery he got
Betty to chop while he held the logs
well Betty missed and got his fingers
cutting them clean off only stumps left

It was his gun hand that was hurt
soon the word went around
the young guns stopped coming
no sport for them now

Buck finally got his dream
and lived to a ripe old age
siring five fine children
and many grandchildren

Against all the odds
he died quietly in bed
his last words to Betty were
"That was the best miss you ever made"

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