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How was the West really won?
Also how a sunset meant you were done
In a town called CENTER GULCH, TEXAS, it was a busy affair of stagecoaches and Sheriff Toby Jackson
He was a Sheriff that kept order in town being his action
But it took a little persuasion 
Those stagecoaches in their days made your butt so sore
The whole idea, why would anyone want to explore?
But what transportation mode did you have then?
The Hound bus didn’t come until when
Then there were some attacking Indians storming through Center Gulch
Go ahead, you can budge
But now it is the Sheriff Jackson and the Indian Chief Red Devil face to face
The sun above was beating down hard
But wait a minute that’s my heart pounding
There was a stillness, and feeling of uncertainness
 Sheriff Jackson had his gun ready with his hands at his side, and Indian Chief Red Devil with arrows ready to shoot
But suddenly from Borderville, some mean looking Villians had the shot the Sheriff and the Indian Chief
Immediately there was no relief
The Villains escaped in the winding hills
We are left with one big still
However an adventure that had you in a moment of will
End of story
Until next time being another glory
A sunrise that was and a sunset of the west days
We bid the tumbleweed goodbye
Here’s dust in your eye.

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