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We've been riding now, for days
On this dry and dusty plain
Headed to a land, that's never tasted rain
The posse has been thinning out
As men head back to town
So, that just leaves you and me
To track these Outlaws down

Standing on the rim of 
One of God forsaken places
I'd probably let them go
And just post pictures of there faces
But they shot down my deputy
Who was my youngest son
So I'll ride right into hell
'Till I catch or kill each one

I won't blame you, if you choose
To turn and ride away
For you'll probably end up dead
If you follow me today
All right then, Mount your pony
And you better save your breath
Here's an extra gun to tote
And a tin star for your chest
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Don't worry 'bout me Sheriff 
I know that I am young
But there's one thing that I'm good at
Is using these here guns
I know there is a danger
Don't think that I'm insane
You may have,  been a Ranger
But, William Bonny is my name

Well Kid, if that's true
You best have seven lives
'Cause you're gonna use up six today
In order to survive
Put your rifle cross your lap 
Keep your pistol left untied
And when the shooting starts
Be prepared like hell, to ride                

The Kid was really smart
He followed what I said
As we rode our ponies down the slope
To an ancient river bed
I got a little nervous
But what else could I do
With a killer at my back
In a land controlled by Sioux 

3
The day was cold and dry
But the Sun was shining bright
I had hoped to get this over with 
Before, being stuck here for the night
The rocks ranged in color
From purple to blood red
And the jagged hills and cliffs
Made the earth looked cut and bled

It was a wonderment to me
That creatures could survive
Without water trees or plants
It's amazing they're alive
Then Bonny saw the first man
High-up on a hill
Snatch-up his rife with his hands
And cocked it for the kill

I did not see the man
'till I heard the rifle tattle
As the silhouette slumped down
And fell off of the saddle
"Why'd you do that Billy
Now they know that we're here"
Then shots rang out, from the hill
As I felt one graze my ear

4
He cocked his lever action 
As fast as He could shoot
And two more shadows fell
From their horses on that butte
I rode like hell for cover
And Billy followed suit
And as we dove behind a rock
I saw blood run down his boot

I said Billy, "you've been hit"
He said, "It's just a scratch" 
But I ripped the sleeve off my shirt
And used it as a patch
"Well,  I stopped the bleeding, Billy
But do you think that you can ride
If your leg starts to numb
You can loosen what I've tied"

I turned to see our horses
Were clearly out of reach
And in the rife that I gave him
Had one round left in its breach
Then I heard the Outlaws yelling
And their guns were blazing so
I stepped out from behind the rock
To face this evil foe


5
From behind the hillside
A dozen rode towards me
The red dust that they kicked up
Made it hard for me it see
The odds weren't in my favor
Just one bullet for each man
With my guns both fully loaded
I prepared to make my stand

As death was drawing nearer
I watched my life pass by
And it ended with the image
Of me watching my son die
The outlaws now were closer
A blaze with all their guns
While bullets whizzed around me
My back now toward the sun

I drew both my pistols 
Calm and slow, deliberately 
Then took real careful aim 
At the first two I could see
Then cocked each hammer back
And the squeezed each trigger tight
I could not afford to miss
Or waste a bullet in this fight











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