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Mad Molly Shaw 2 - Molly Stands Firm
[If you’re a glutton for punishment, you Can find ‘Mad Molly Shaw’ using the poems Tag at top of screen] **** Mad Molly Shaw wasn’t mad anymore But sometimes a name kinda lingers She entered the bar now wearing a star And warned about too itchy fingers These guns at my side are content to reside Right there if there ain’t any trouble But one of you draws those weapons of yours They’ll cut that man down at the double But I just got word and it might seem absurd That someone here once dug a hole By the old sycamore for a gunslinger man Whose life was illegally stole I dug it, lady, right there where it’s shady Said a man who had raised his right hand That gunslinger fella di’nt rest there for forever He didn’t stay there in the sand And Molly said ghosts don’t make very good hosts But at least they don’t go take a stroll When death comes around they stay there in the ground And don’t just climb out of their hole But this fella talked and this fella walked Just like any regular guy He taught me to shoot and to master the blade And I looked that man in the eye He stood and he watched as I put a man down With the sword of a skilled samurai Another fell dead when his head met my lead And the gunslinger said no goodbye But I heard today there’s a gang on their way We sure could have used his assistance Are you gonna say to a ghost I must pray To help this town put up resistance The gravedigger guy standing up with a sigh Said the gravestone, it had an inscription It read like a potent from way upon high It read like some holy prescription ‘May our Lord determine a day of returning For then shall this sacred soil yield An agent to stand with the good of the land The will of our Lord shall he wield’ Molly said great, there’s a gang on their way I can almost hear horse’s hooves drumming We gotta take action to fight them today Not wait here for this second coming She’d done all she could and when nobody stood And every man studied his feet The gravedigger said we would fight if we could But this gang ain’t men you wanna meet This Harrison clan, you took down their man When the rest of them sat in the jail But slicing the wings off of Samurai Stan Means a fight that you only can fail Molly Shaw frowned as she quick turned around She spoke as she pushed the swing doors Just don’t believe, with my blood on the ground They’ll be finished with this town of yours **** A woman alone, with her star and her guns Two katanas crossed on her back She stood in the path of the Harrison gang And many doors opened a crack They entered the town with the sun beating down Each rider with two pistols each She watched them dismount and six was the count And Molly thought, two bullets each Mr ‘Black hat’ with his lowered bandana Said seems you ain’t got much support You can’t beat a bullet with any katana Despite what my brother, Stan thought Alone, Molly Shaw prepared for the draw But said I have no beef with you But Stan killed my man, and your Sheriff Bob Craw He was a bad varmint too Black Hat said you stand as girl with a gun But you put my kin in the ground So first off my boys gonna have them some fun Then, Lady… I’m taking you down He turned to his men and gave his command Hurt her but I want her breathing She’ll call for her Lord as she sprawls in the sand But I’m gonna stop her ‘believing’ A scuffle of sand behind Molly Shaw And that caused her spirits to climb For she felt a presence that she’d felt before She simply said ‘You took your time.’ The Harrison gang, eyes widened in shock Nodded at Black Hat to turn And when he did his lower jaw slid Well, some people just never learn I thought that my brother had sorted you out Heard you were deep in the ground You’re light on your feet with your sneaking about But my forty-five’s got a spare round A breeze made a barn door slam shut with a bang But what made the church bells chime Surprise animated the Harrison gang But they were all bang out of time Some of them drew and some guns were cocked They fell with their guns fully loaded Some died oblivious and some died shocked And Black Hat’s gun simply exploded Mad Molly Shaw said you cut it real fine I think I might owe you a lot The gunslinger said these pistols of mine Have fired not one single shot For your self belief is the reason I came I wasn’t just here for some fun Each shot that you fired was true to your aim But I guided one up Black Hat’s gun And Molly said well at least on this occasion You stuck around for the goodbyes I don’t suppose that you can magic a spade Or help me to bury these guys He looked in her eyes and at once realised A feeling from his living days His heart did a dance, his voice took a chance And truth would perhaps clear the haze His hand touched her face, walk with me to my place That Stan fella took not my life I asked to be taken by my Lord’s good grace When Samurai Stan took my wife *** They stood by his grave. Should he dig or just fade Or should he, perhaps, disappear All was destroyed of the life I had made There was nothing left to keep me here She asked him to stay, to not go away In the shade of that old sycamore His right hand she took and then took a look… And his grave wasn’t there anymore
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